Out Beyond the Window Frank Sinatra

My window looks out over the park
And every year I've moved another story up
'Til 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 anymore
There must be a highway somewhere, roads I've missed
Something more than sky out beyond the window