2 acessos
C Am Em G Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark C Am Em G There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall Am 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 C F And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones G C It's time C Am Em G There was no party, there were no songs C Am Em G 'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started Am F Am F No one has left here that knows his first name C G And life barrels on like a runaway train Fmaj7 Where the passengers change Dm7 They don't change anything C G You get off; someone else can get on C F And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones G C It's time Am Em Streetlight shines through the shades F C G Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face F C He reflects on the day Instrumental Am Em (x2) F Em D C D (Verse chords) C Am Em G Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement C Am Em G Projecting some slides onto a plain white Am F Canvas and traces it Am F Fills in the spaces C G He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right Fmaj7 Yeah, and all of these bastards Dm7 Have taken his place C G He's forgotten but not yet gone C F And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones G C It's time