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
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
