C Am Em G Fred sits alone at his desk in the darkC Am Em G There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hallAm F Am F He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxesC G Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'Fmaj7 Twenty-five yearsDm7 He's worked at the paperC G A man's here to take him downstairsC F And I'm sorry, Mr. JonesG C It's timeC Am Em G There was no party, there were no songsC Am Em G 'Cause today's just a day like the day that he startedAm F Am F No one has left here that knows his first nameC G And life barrels on like a runaway trainFmaj7 Where the passengers changeDm7 They don't change anythingC G You get off; someone else can get onC F And I'm sorry, Mr. JonesG C It's timeAm Em Streetlight shines through the shadesF C G Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his faceF C He reflects on the day Instrumental Am Em (x2)F EmD C D (Verse chords)C Am Em G Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basementC Am Em G Projecting some slides onto a plain whiteAm F Canvas and traces itAm F Fills in the spacesC G He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look rightFmaj7 Yeah, and all of these bastardsDm7 Have taken his placeC G He's forgotten but not yet goneC F And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And I'm sorry, Mr. JonesG C It's time
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