Crosby, Stills, Nash (and Young) - Looking Forward текст песни

Neil Young



Morning has come with the first rays of sun

Breaking through our window pain

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"


Thinkin' about takin' 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