Richard Cory

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...