Around the corner I have a friend, 
In this great city that has no end, 
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, 
And before I know it, a year is gone. 
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well, 
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine
if, we were younger then, 
and now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing foolish game, 
Tired of Trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim"
"Just to show I am thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, 
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!- yet miles away
"Here's a telagram sir"
"Jim died today."
And thats what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.