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.