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.