Текст песни Ben Folds Five - Fred Jones Pt 2
Ben Folds Five - Fred Jones Pt 2 слова песни
Fred sits alone at his desk in the darkTheres an awkward young shadow that waits in the hallHes cleared all his things and hes put them in boxesThings that remind him: life has been goodTwenty-five yearsHes worked at the paperA mans here to take him downstairsAnd Im sorry, mr. jonesIts timeThere was no party, there were no songscause todays just a day like the day that he startedNoone is left here that knows his first nameAnd life barrels on like a runaway trainWhere the passengers changeThey dont change anythingYou get off; someone else can get onAnd Im sorry, mr. jonesIts timeStreetlight shines through the shadesCasting lines on the floor, and lines on his faceHe reflects on the dayFred gets his paints out and goes to the basementProjecting some slides onto a plain whiteCanvas and traces itFills in the spacesHe turns off the slides, and it doesnt look rightYeah, and all of these bastardsHave taken his placeHes forgotten but not yet goneAnd Im sorry, mr. jonesAnd Im sorry, mr. jonesAnd Im sorry, mr. jonesIts time