Yet the days go by and weeks rush on
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 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 but we?re younger then
And now we?re busy tired men.
Tired of playing fulish game
Tired of trying to make a name.
Tommorow i say i?ll call on him
Just to show that i m thinking of him.
But tommorow comes and tommorow goes
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner yet miles away
Here is a telegram he is died today
And that is what we get and deserve in the end
Around the corner a vanished friend.
