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.