The Three of Me

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 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

Lookin' 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 usin' 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'll think I know what I mean

The next, I hear voices inside disagree

Why are they laughin' at me?

Oh

So I pick up the phone, someone's askin' of me

Is the real Mr. Jones, mister one, two or three

So I say that they're not but it's not as I say

'Cause they're all that I've got and I can't get away

And Alice waves us through the glass, are we home at last?

Are we home at last?

For tomorrow, they'll be here, you see

Locked away safe inside there with me

'Cause tomorrow, they'll be there, you'll see

Locked away safe inside there with me

One minute I'll think I know what I mean

The next, I hear voices inside disagree

Why are they laughin' at me?