Folds Ben Fred Jones Pt 2 Lyrics

Fred Jones Pt 2 Lyrics

Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark

 There's an awkward young shadow that waits 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

 Noone has 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