3/4 time, smoothly played.

C       Am7    Em     G
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
C       Am7    Em     G
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
Am7     F      Am7    F
He has cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
C               G
Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'
Am7             F 
Twenty-five years he's worked at the paper
C               G G4 G
A man's here to take him downstairs
C       F      G   C
And I'm sorry, Mr Jones it's time

C       Am7    Em     G
There was no party, there were no songs
C       Am7    Em     G
'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
Am7     F      Am7    F
No one is left here that knows his first nAm7e
C               G
And life barrels on like a runaway train
Am7             F
Where the passengers change they don't change anything
C               G G4 G
You get off; someone else can get on
C       F       G  C
And I'm sorry, Mr Jones it's time

Am7             Em
Streetlight shines through the shades
F       C      G/B
Casting lines on the floor and lines on his face
F       C
He reflects on the day

Am7     Em     Am7    Em
F       Em     Am7    Em
F       Em      G     D    D4    D

C       Am7    Em     G
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
C       Am7    Em     G
Projecting some slides onto a plain white
Am7     F      Am7    F
Canvas and traces it, fills in the spaces
C               G
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right
Am7             F
Yeah, and all of these bastards have taken his place
C               G G4 G
He's forgotten but not yet gone
C       F
And I'm sorry, Mr Jones
C       F
And I'm sorry, Mr Jones
C       F      G   C
And I'm sorry, Mr Jones it's time