highway

• bir ingrid michaelson şarkısı.
  
  on a highway along the atlantic
  i'm rifling through these last 17 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.
  
  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 highway. on a highway.