Around the corner I have a friend, in this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and the week rush on, and before I know it, a year has 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 a foolish game, tired of trying to make a name.



"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim, just to show that I am thinking of him
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, and the distant between us grows and grows
And 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.

by Henson Towne