Ingrid Michaelson - Highway lyrics
[Ingrid Michaelson - Highway lyrics]
On a highway along the Atlantic
I'm rifling through these last 17 years
The radio waxes romantic
It' 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
6 pounds and 7 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
On a highway on a highway
I'm rifling through these last 17 years
The radio waxes romantic
It' 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
6 pounds and 7 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
On a highway on a highway