Mr. James sits on a park bench
Feeds the pigeons from the crust of his bread
And I come around from time to time
to hear his stories unwind
cause it helps me clear my head
Mr. James says
ten years ago I was rich man
well I had a corporate office
You know that down on 17th and Main
Somewhere along the line
I guess I just lost all track of time
and tried to make myself a name
Refrain:
Time goes by
Just like yesterday
used to be tomorrow