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
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
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