Letra de Highway

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.