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 friend's 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. We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired 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'm 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 that's what we get, and deserve in the end:
Around the corner, a vanished friend.