Highway

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 [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 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 [Chorus] On a highway On a highway