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 say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet milesaway.
posted by PEIJIE. @ 4:38 AM
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