(R.
Mckuen)

[Recorded March 21, 1969, Hollywood]

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.
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There must be a highway somewhere, roads I've missed, Something more than sky out beyond the window.

[music to the end]

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