C          Am           Em          G
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
           C             Am          Em           G
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
     Am              F               Am          F
He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
C                       G
Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'
Fmaj7
Twenty-five years
     Dm7
He's worked at the paper
  C                          G
A man's here to take him downstairs
        C          F
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
G    C
It's time

C             Am      Em            G
There was no party, there were no songs
            C          Am           Em            G
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
  Am       F               Am            F
No one has left here that knows his first name
C                           G
And life barrels on like a runaway train
          Fmaj7
Where the passengers change
           Dm7
They don't change anything
        C                         G
You get off; someone else can get on
        C           F
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
G     C
It's time

Am                             Em
Streetlight shines through the shades
         F                      C            G
Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
    F              C
He reflects on the day

Instrumental
Am       Em     (x2)
F        Em
D        C      D

(Verse chords)
C              Am            Em           G
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
  C              Am     Em      G
Projecting some slides onto a plain white
  Am           F
Canvas and traces it
  Am           F
Fills in the spaces
   C                            G
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right
           Fmaj7
Yeah, and all of these bastards
       Dm7
Have taken his place
       C                   G
He's forgotten but not yet gone
         C          F
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
G     C
It's time