Around the corner I have a friend, In this great city that has no end. Yet 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 day when I rang his bell, And he rang mine. But we were younger then, Now we are tired, busy men. Tired with playing a foolish game, Tired with trying to make a name. Tomorrow I say I will call on Jim, Just to show that I am thinking of him. Yet tomorrow comes, and tomorrow goes, And the distance between us grows and grows. Around the corner yet miles away, "Here's a telegram sir, Jim died today." And that's what we get and deserve in the end, Around the corner a vanished friend.