Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Ben Folds
Interprète
Ben Grosse
Programmation
John McCrea
Voix supplémentaires
Cameron Webb
Programmation
Larry Corbett
Violoncelle
Blumpy
Programmation
John Vitale
Programmation
Andrew R. Wallace
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ben Folds
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ben Folds
Production
Ben Grosse
Ingénierie de mixage
Cameron Webb
Ingénieries complémentaires
Rick Behrens
Assistance d’ingénierie
Aaron Lepley
Assistance d’ingénierie
Chuck Bailey
Assistance d’ingénierie
Justin Pynes
Assistance d’ingénierie
Uly Noriega
Assistance d’ingénierie
Dale Lawtone
Assistance d’ingénierie
Blumpy
Ingénierie de prise de son
Andrew R. Wallace
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward, young shadow that waits in the hall
He has cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him that life has been good
25 years he's worked at the paper
A man's here to take him downstairs
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's time
There was no party, there were no songs
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
No one has left here that knows his first name
Yeah, and life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change, they don't change anything
You get off, someone else can get on
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's time
Streetlight, it 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 yet
And all of these bastards have taken his place
He's forgotten and not yet gone
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's time
Writer(s): Ben Folds
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