Highway Lyrics by Ingrid Michaelson
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On a highway along the Atlantic
I'm rifling through these last seventeen years
The radio waxes romantic
It's lullabies fill our eyes with tears

We don't say a word
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
And how you've grown my little bird
I'm regretting letting you fly

Six pounds and seven ounces
A ball of bones and flesh and tears were you
Now your hands, your tiny pink hands
Grew larger than my hands ever grew

We don't say a word
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
And how you've, how you've grown my little bird

I'm regretting letting you fly
I'm regretting letting you fly
I'm regretting letting you fly
On a highway, on a highway
On a highway along the Atlantic   I'm rifling through these last seventeen years   The radio waxes romantic   It's lullabies fill our eyes with tears      We don't say a word   There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard   And how you've grown my little bird   I'm regretting letting you fly      Six pounds and seven ounces   A ball of bones and flesh and tears were you   Now your hands, your tiny pink hands   Grew larger than my hands ever grew      We don't say a word   There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard   And how you've, how you've grown my little bird      I'm regretting letting you fly   I'm regretting letting you fly   I'm regretting letting you fly   On a highway, on a highway