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