Whenever Richard Cory went downtown

The people looked at him

Having been schooled in every grace

We wished that we were in his place



That was then, this is now

Life is what you make it

This is it, this is now

Change trains at Jamaica

Years from now....



He was richer than a king

We thought that he had everything

The children laughed, the music played

We topped the bill but never stayed

Then one calm summer night

He went home, put a bullet through his head



That was then, this is now

Life is what you make it

This is it, this is now

Change trains at Jamaica

Years from now