Текст песни Highway - Ingrid Michaelson
On
a
highway
along
the
Atlantic
I′m
rifling
through
these
last
seventeen
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
Six
pounds
and
seven
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,
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
1 Die Alone
2 Masochist
3 Breakable
4 The Hat
5 Overboard
6 Glass
7 Starting Now
8 Corner of Your Heart
9 December Baby
10 Highway
11 Far Away
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