Highway

Asus2 A Asus2 Amaj9 A Amaj9 A Asus4 Asus2 Asus4 Asus2 A (same as intro) Asus2 A Asus2 A Amaj9 A Amaj9 On a high--way along the atlantic A Asus4 Asus2 Asus4 Asus2 A I'm rifling through these last seventeen years Asus2 A Asus2 A Amaj9 A Amaj9 A The ra--dio waxes roman--tic Asus4 Asus2 Asus4 Asus2 A It's lulla-bies fill our eyes with tears Amaj9 Asus4 A We don't say a word Amaj9 Asus4 A There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard Amaj9 Asus4 A And how you've grown my little bird Amaj9 Asus4 A 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 Asus2 A On a high--way On a highway