Ben Folds Five Fred Jones Part 2 Lyrics

Fred Jones Part 2 Lyrics

fred sits alone at his desk in the dark  

 there's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall  

 he has packed 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  

 a 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 that knows his first name  

 yeah, 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  

  

 the streetlight it shines through the haze  

 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