Текст песни Ben Folds - Fred Jones Part 2
Ben Folds - Fred Jones Part 2 слова песни
Fred sits alone at his desk in the darkThere`s an awkward young shadow that waits in the hallHe`s cleared all his things and he`s put them in boxesThings that remind him: `Life has been good`Twenty-five yearsHe`s worked at the paperA man`s here to take him downstairsAnd I`m sorry, Mr. JonesIt`s timeThere was no party, there were no songs`Cause today`s just a day like the day that he startedNoone has left here that knows his first nameAnd life barrels on like a runaway trainWhere the passengers changeThey don`t change anythingYou get off; someone else can get onAnd I`m sorry, Mr. JonesIt`s 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 doesn`t look rightYeah, and all of these bastardsHave taken his placeHe`s forgotten but not yet goneAnd I`m sorry, Mr. JonesAnd I`m sorry, Mr. JonesAnd I`m sorry, Mr. JonesIt`s time