Chords
C (x32010@1)   x32010
Am7   x02013
Em7   020003
G (320003@1)   320033
Gsus4 3x0013

Intro
      C (x32010@1)          Am7 (x02010@1)        Em7          G (320003@1)e|----3--3---3p0---3--3---3p0---3--3---3p0---3---3/5------------------------|
B|------------------------------------------------------5/6-----------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
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Verse:
C (x32010@1)  Am7 (x02010@1)Em7	    GFred (320003@1)sits alone at his desk in the dark
           C (x32010@1) Am7 (x02010@1)    Em7	  GThere's (320003@1)an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
     Am (x02210@1)     F (133211@1)     Am (x02210@1) FHe's (133211@1)cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
C (x32010@1)	GThings (320003@1)that remind him: 'Life has been good'
Am (x02210@1)   
Twenty-five years
     F (133211@1)   
He's worked at the paper
  C (x32010@1)	     G (320003@1)    Gsus4 (3x0013@1)   GA (320003@1)man's here to take him downstairs
	
Chorus:
        C (x32010@1)  FAnd (133211@1)I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
G (320003@1)  CIt's (x32010@1)time

Verse:
There was no party, there were no songs
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
Noone has left here that knows his first name
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

Chorus:
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time

Bridge:
Am (x02210@1)                           EmStreetlight (022000@1)shines through the shades
        F (133211@1)                     C (x32010@1)          G/BCasting (143121@7)lines on the floor, and lines on his face
   F (133211@1)             CHe (x32010@1)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