Cake - Fred Jones, Part 2 lyrics

*Ben Folds*
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark,
theres an awkward young shadow who waits in the hall.
Yea, he has cleared all his things & he has put them in boxes;
things that remind him that life has been good.
Twenty-five yeahrs, he has worked at the paper,
the man´s here to take him downstairs;

and "I am sorry, Mr. Jones, it is time"

There was no party, & there were no songs,
´cause today is just a day like the day that he started,
and no one is left here who knows his 1st name,
and life barrels on like a runaway train
where the passengers change, but they do not change anything
you get off someone else can get on

and "I am sorry, Mr. Jones, it is time"

*w/John Mcrae*
Street light shines through the shades,
casting lines on the floor, & lines on his face
he reflects on the day.
Fred gets his pain´ts out & goes to the basement
projecting some slides
onto a plain white canvas
and traces it, fills in the spaces.
He turns off the slides, & it doesn´t look right.
Yea, & all of these bastards have taken his place,
he has forgotten but not yet gone.

and "I am sorry, Mr. Jones...
and "I am sorry, Mr. Jones...
and "I am sorry, Mr. Jones, it is time"

*Ben Folds: "John Mcrae of Cake, y´all"*

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