Ben Folds - Fred Jones Part 2 lyrics
[Ben Folds - Fred Jones Part 2 lyrics]
Fred sit's alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that
Wait's in the hall
He's cleared all his things
And he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him: "Life has been good"
Twenty-five years he's worked at the paper
A man's here to take him downstairs
"And I'm sorry, Mr jones it's time"
There was no party, there were no songs
Cause today's just a day like
The day that he started
No one is left here that knows his first name
And life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don't change anything
You get off someone else can get on
"And I'm sorry, Mr jones it's time"
Streetlight shines through the shades
Casting lines on the floor
And lines on his face he reflects on the day
Fred gets his paints out and
Goes to the basement
Projecting some slides onto a plain white
Canvas and traces it fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides
And it doesn't look right
Yeah, and all of these bastards
Have taken his place
He's forgotten but not yet gone
And I'm sorry, Mr jones
And I'm sorry, Mr jones
And I'm sorry, Mr jones it's time
There's an awkward young shadow that
Wait's in the hall
He's cleared all his things
And he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him: "Life has been good"
Twenty-five years he's worked at the paper
A man's here to take him downstairs
"And I'm sorry, Mr jones it's time"
There was no party, there were no songs
Cause today's just a day like
The day that he started
No one is left here that knows his first name
And life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don't change anything
You get off someone else can get on
"And I'm sorry, Mr jones it's time"
Streetlight shines through the shades
Casting lines on the floor
And lines on his face he reflects on the day
Fred gets his paints out and
Goes to the basement
Projecting some slides onto a plain white
Canvas and traces it fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides
And it doesn't look right
Yeah, and all of these bastards
Have taken his place
He's forgotten but not yet gone
And I'm sorry, Mr jones
And I'm sorry, Mr jones
And I'm sorry, Mr jones it's time