by Gail Collins and Felix Pappalardi Outside my window is a tree. Outside my window is a tree. There only for me. And it stands in the gray of the city, No time for pity for the tree or me. There is a world of pain In the falling rain Around me. Is there a reason for today? Is there a reason for today? Do you remember? I can hear all the cries of the city, No time for pity for a growing tree. Chorus First Verse Chorus