歌曲名 Fred Jones, Pt. 2

歌手名 Ben Folds

作词：Ben Folds

作曲：Ben Folds

Fred sits alone

at his desk in the dark

There's an awkward young

shadow who waits in the hall

Yeah he's cleared 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

The 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

who knows his first name

And life barrels on

like a runaway train

Where the passengers change

but they don't change anything

You get off someone

else can get on

And I'm sorry Mr Jones it's time

Street light 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