Ben Folds 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