On highway, I'm lonely and awake
I ride through these lights, seventeen years
The radio rises romantic
This lullaby tuck me in with tears

Please don't say a word
There's nothing to say that hasen't been heard
And higher ground, my little bird
I'm regreting letting you fly

Six pounds and seven nonsense
Bold, bone and flesh, and tears with you
And how your hands, your tiny pink house
Larger than my hands ever groove

We don't say a word
There's nothing to say that hasen't been heard
And higher, higher ground, my little bird
I'm regreting letting you fly
I'm regreting letting you fly
I'm regreting letting you fly

On highway, on a highway