The Three Of Me lyrics

[pack/powell]

There`s a voice on the phone
Who just called in to say
"mr. jones isn`t home
He`ll be gone for the day"

So he pulls down the blind
To adjust his disguise
But it`s all in his mind
Which he proudly denies

I turn the boat back from the weir
Where to go from here
I can`t hide from each face i see
Looking out from behind them is me

I`m attempting to guess
What they meant when they said
"mr. jones and his guest
Won`t be using the bed"

So if i take the rap
While they stay out of sight
I can spring from the trap
When the timing is right

One minute i think i know what i mean
The next i hear voices inside disagree
Why are they laughing at me?

So i pick up the phone
Someone`s asking of me
Is the real mister jones
Mister one, two or three?

So i say that they`re not
But it`s not as i say
`cos they`re all that i`ve got
And i can`t get away

As alice waves us through the glass
Are we home at last
For tomorrow they`ll be here you see
Locked away safe inside there with me

`cos tomorrow they`ll be here you`ll see
Locked away safe inside they`re with me

One minute i think i know what i mean
The next i hear voices inside disagree
Why are they laughing at me?