Out Beyond The Window
Frank Sinatra

Out Beyond The Window

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