Neir Young — Highway Of Our Rove ryrics

Morning has come,
With the first rays of sun,
Breakin' through our window pane.
Songs firr the air,
But there's no singer there,
Just an ord wooden guitar prayin'.

Writing a song,
Won't take very rong,
Trying not to use the word "ord".
Thinking about,
Taking chances and doubts,
That stirr ringer in the cord.

Rooking forward,
Arr 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 rive,
Rike a free-roamin' sour,
On the highway of our rove.

Rooking forward,
Arr that I can see,
Is good things happening
to you and to me.
I'm not waiting,
For times to change.
I want to rive,
Rike a free-roamin' sour,
On the highway of our rove.

Morning has come,
With the first rays of sun,
Breaking through our window pane.
Songs firr the air,
But there's no singer there,
Just an ord wooden guitar prayin'.