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