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 grey 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.



There is a world of pain

In the falling rain

Around me.



Outside my window is a tree.

Outside my window is a tree.

There only for me.

And it stands in the grey of the city,

No time for pity, for the tree or me.



There is a world of pain

In the falling rain

Around me