This is 100% correct, i got it out of a book.

intro
C - Am7 - Em7 - C - Am7 - Em7 - G7

C                       Am7             Em 
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark

G7                     C                         Am7                Em                    G7
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
                      Am7               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

Gsus4 - G - Gsus4 
  
G7               C                  F
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
G7
It's time


There was no party, there were no songs
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
No one is 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
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
It's time

Streetlight shines through the shades
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

G7            C                     F
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
G7            C                     F
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
G7            C                     F
And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones
G7    Cadd9
It's time