Fred Jones, Part 2 (with Ben Folds) Lyrics

Fred Jones, Part 2 (with Ben Folds)

*Ben Folds*
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark,
there's an awkward
young shadow who waits in the hall.
Yeah, he's cleared all his things and
he's put them in boxes;
things that remind him that life has been
good.
Twenty-five years, he's worked at the paper,
the man's here to take
him downstairs;

and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's
time"

There was no party, and there were no songs,
'cause
today's just a day like the day that he started,
and no one is left here who
knows his first name, 
and life barrels on like a runaway train
where the
passengers change, but they don't change anything
you get off someone else
can get on

and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's
time"

*w/John Mcrae*
Street light 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"

*Ben Folds:
"John Mcrae of Cake, y'all"*