in this great city that has no end
yet days go by and weeks rush on
and before you 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 i rang his bell
and he reminded me if we were young then
and now we are busy tired old men
tired of playing a foolish game
tired of trying to make a name
tommorow i say i will call on jim
just to let him know im thinking of him
but 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 thats what we get and deserve in the end
around the corner a vanished friend