Highway by Ingrid Michaelson Capo 2 Listen to the recording to get the rhythm just right. Intro: Verse 1: (same as intro) On a high--way along the atlantic I'm rifling through these last seventeen years The ra--dio waxes roman--tic It's lulla-bies fill our eyes with tears Chorus: 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 Verse 2: 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 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 I'm regretting letting you fly I'm regretting letting you fly On a high--way On a highway