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