Out Beyond The Window - Frank Sinatra

My window looks out over the park,

And every year I move another story up.

So now I’m almost close enough

To the roof of the sky to touch it.

I could even move the clouds aside,

But no clouds come, if they did, I’d welcome them.

'Cause I have very few visitors here any more.

There must be a highway somewhere, roads I’ve missed,

Something more than sky out beyond the window.