Capo 3

Listen to the recording to get the rhythm just right.

Intro:

Asus2 A Asus2 Amaj9 A Amaj9 A Asus4 Asus2 Asus4 Asus2 A

Verse 1: (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


Chorus:
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

Verse 2:

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