Around the Corner
by Henson Towne

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, we were younger then
And now we are busy and 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 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...