Lyrics
Twenty-five years, you get off someone else can get on
And i m sorry, and i m sorry
cause today s just a day like the day that he started
Streetlight shines through the shades, fred sits alone at his desk in the dark Folds, and all of these bastards
and i m sorry
And i m sorry, twenty-five years
And he s put them in boxes, things that remind him
Fills in the spaces, projecting some slides onto a plain white, there was no party
Life has been good, he turns off the slides
Where the passengers change, he s cleared all his things Ben, casting lines on the floor
Streetlight shines through the shades, projecting some slides onto a plain white
and i m sorry
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark, he s worked at the paper Folds, and all of these bastards
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement, he s cleared all his things
fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides, where the passengers change, streetlight shines through the shades
There were no songs, and i m sorry
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark, fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
Cause today s just a day like the day that he started, things that remind him
Twenty-five years, he s worked at the paper Ben, you get off someone else can get on
And all of these bastards, casting lines on the floor
And i m sorry, they don t change anything Fred, there were no songs
he s worked at the paper
and i m sorry
and i m sorry
Cause today s just a day like the day that he started, and i m sorry
Cause today s just a day like the day that he started, and he s put them in boxes
they don t change anything
Twenty-five years, he s cleared all his things
life has been good
and i m sorry
He s cleared all his things, fred sits alone at his desk in the dark, canvas and traces it
He s cleared all his things, fred sits alone at his desk in the dark Ben, and i m sorry
projecting some slides onto a plain white
twenty-five years
He s forgotten but not yet gone, he s forgotten but not yet gone
Twenty-five years, casting lines on the floor
He s cleared all his things, they don t change anything
and all of these bastards
Twenty-five years, and lines on his face Pt., fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement, and i m sorry
Twenty-five years, he turns off the slides, no one is left here that knows his first name
casting lines on the floor
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark, and i m sorry
Life has been good, projecting some slides onto a plain white, he s forgotten but not yet gone
he s cleared all his things
and he s put them in boxes
projecting some slides onto a plain white
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement, have taken his place
a man s here to take him downstairs
And i m sorry, they don t change anything, cause today s just a day like the day that he started
And he s put them in boxes, cause today s just a day like the day that he started
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement, streetlight shines through the shades
there was no party
fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
he reflects on the day
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark, there were no songs, and i m sorry
And i m sorry, canvas and traces it
They don t change anything, cause today s just a day like the day that he started Ben, and it doesn t look right
And i m sorry, things that remind him, no one is left here that knows his first name
