Fred Jones Pt. 2
Ben Folds Lyrics


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Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall

He has packed 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
A 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 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

The streetlight it shines through the haze
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

Overall Meaning

The song "Fred Jones Pt. 2" by Ben Folds is a touching tale of a man named Fred Jones who has worked at a newspaper for 25 years and is now being forced to retire. The song opens with Fred alone at his desk in the dark, packing his belongings into boxes as an awkward young shadow waits in the hall. A man arrives to take Fred downstairs, and the singer apologizes to him as he leaves, saying "it's time."


Line by Line Meaning

Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
Fred is sitting by himself in his office with no one around in the darkness


There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
An awkward person or situation is waiting for Fred outside his office


He has packed all his things / And he's put them in boxes / Things that remind him that life has been good
Fred has packed up all his belongings that hold sentimental value as a reminder of his good life


Twenty five years he's worked at the paper / A man's here to take him downstairs / And I'm sorry Mr Jones, it's time
Fred has worked for the paper for 25 years and now a person has come to take him away, showing that it is time for him to leave the company


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 that knows his first name
There is no celebration or recognition for Fred as today is just like any other day he has worked and there is no one around who remembers or uses his 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
Life keeps moving forward like a train that cannot be stopped, with people constantly coming and going without making a significant impact, and it is now Fred's time to leave


The streetlight it shines through the haze / Casting lines on the floor / And lines on his face / He reflects on the day
Through the haze, the streetlight shines and creates shadows on Fred's face while he thinks about his 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
Fred goes to his basement and creates art by tracing slides onto canvas and filling in the empty spaces, but the final product does not meet his standards


Yeah, and all of these bastards have taken his place / He's forgotten but not yet gone / And I'm sorry Mr Jones
Fred feels forgotten as new people have taken his place at work, but he has not completely left and is still present


And I'm sorry Mr Jones / And I'm sorry Mr Jones / And I'm sorry Mr Jones, it's time
The song repeats its message to Fred, apologizing for this change and the necessity for Fred to move on




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Written by: BEN FOLDS, BENJAMIN SCOTT FOLDS

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@argentorangeok6224

10 years pouring my heart into an engineering job in oil and gas. They laid me off like I was no one. Two years later and I'm head tool and carton die maker for a small company. I go to work and all of a sudden, eight hours have passed by. I'm well respected by my coworkers and the owner. I go home tired, dirty, and having done something objectively useful. I love it more than anything I've ever done. I'm never going back to the corporate world. Screw those people.

@frothywalrus

i'm so happy for you

@carsonneal

hell yeah bro

@matthewgrundy3284

And now.. we (that don't want this shot), may lose our livelihoods.

@JackForsterMUSIC

My Dad passed away in Nov 2021 from leukaemia and this is the song the blindsided me when it came on xxxxx made me think of him so much xxxx

@MadWithPowerBand

Knowing so many people in the newspaper business after having worked at one in the 80s, this is just a gut-punch.

@BetissaJohannson

The gorgeous combination of melody and pathos in this song have always killed me. The last chorus is always sung in loud sobs in my car.

@cydonia1

This is one of the saddest songs I know

@xCelineehh

the first song i ever heard from Ben Folds, and this exact version as well. been a fan from him ever since <3

@QuincyKane

This is one of my favorite Ben Folds songs; absolutely beautiful!

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