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 but 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 will call on him Last night I saw him walkin' in my dream, But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes, And the void between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away, A telegram says he perished today. And that's what we get and deserve in the end. Around the corner, a vanished friend.