Ben Folds - Fred jones part 2

^CFred sits a^Am7lone at his d^Em7esk in the da^Grk There's an aw^Ckward young s^Am7hadow that ^Em7waits in the h^Gall He's c^Amleared all his things ^Fand he's p^Amut them in box^Fes ^CThings that remind him 'L^Gife has been good' ^AmTwenty-five years He's wo^Frked at the paper ^CA man's here to take him do^Gwn^Gsus4stairs^G

And I'm s^Corry Mr Jon^Fes ^GIt's ti^Cme

^CThere was n^Am7o party there^Em7 were no song^Gs C^Cause today's ^Am7just a day ^Em7like the day t^Ghat he started ^AmNo one has le^Fft here that k^Amnows his first n^Fame And life b^Carrels on like a runaway t^Grain Where the p^Amassengers change They don't c^Fhange anything ^CYou get off someone else ca^Gn ^Gsus4get on^G

And I'm s^Corry Mr Jon^Fes ^GIt's ti^Cme

^AmStreetlight shines through the ^Emshades Casting ^Flines on the floor and li^Cnes on his ^G/Bface He r^Feflects on the d^Cay

^CFred gets h^Am7is paints out^Em7 and goes to ^Gthe basement ^CProjecting ^Am7some slides o^Em7nto a plain w^Ghite ^AmCanvas and tra^Fces it fil^Amls in the sp^Faces He tu^Crns off the slides and it doe^Gsn't look right Yeah and al^Aml of these bastards Have ta^Fken his place ^CHe's forgotten but not yet ^Ggo^Gsus4ne ^G

And I'm so^Crry Mr Jone^Fs And I'm so^Crry Mr Jone^Fs And I'm so^Crry Mr Jone^Fs ^GIt's ti^Cme