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
