Lyrics:

Speaks
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.