Mr. James

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

Time goes by

Just like yesterday

used to be tomorrow

Time goes by

Just like yesterday

Just like like Mr. James says

Take these pigeons for example

well they never seem to have

a single worry on their mind

well maybe it's because they know

that the good Lord is watching over everyone of us

'cause you know that's the secret of this life

Don't worry about tomorrow

Tomorrow will take care of itself

Don't worry about tomorrow

Tomorrow will - take - care of itself

Yeah!

Yesterday I stopped by that old park bench

I fed that Mr. James pigeons from the crust of my bread

Well I watched the world fly by

and I thought all about my life

I remembered what Mr. James said

time goes by

well it's just like yesterday

used to be tomorrrow time goes by

well it's just like yesterday

just like Mr. James said