Looking Forward — текст песни (Neil Young)

Morning has come,
With the first rays of sun,
Breakin` through our window pane.
Songs fill the air,
But there`s no singer there,
Just an old wooden guitar playin`.

Writing a song,
Won`t take very long,
Trying not to use the word "old".
Thinking about,
Taking chances and doubts,
That still linger in the cold.

Looking forward,
All that I can see,
Is good things happening
to you and to me.
I`m not waiting,
For times to change.
I`m going to live,
Like a free-roamin` soul,
On the highway of our love.

Looking forward,
All that I can see,
Is good things happening
to you and to me.
I`m not waiting,
For times to change.
I want to live,
Like a free-roamin` soul,
On the highway of our love.

Morning has come,
With the first rays of sun,
Breaking through our window pane.
Songs fill the air,
But there`s no singer there,
Just an old wooden guitar playin`.