Alan Parsons Project - The Three of Me текст песни

[pack/powell]

Theres a voice on the phone

Who just called in to say

"mr. jones isnt home

Hell be gone for the day"

So he pulls down the blind

To adjust his disguise

But its all in his mind

Which he proudly denies

I turn the boat back from the weir

Where to go from here

I cant hide from each face I see

Looking out from behind them is me

Im attempting to guess

What they meant when they said

"mr. jones and his guest

Wont 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

Someones asking of me

Is the real mister jones

Mister one, two or three?

So I say that theyre not

But its not as I say

cos theyre all that Ive got

And I cant get away

As alice waves us through the glass

Are we home at last

For tomorrow theyll be here you see

Locked away safe inside there with me

cos tomorrow theyll be here youll see

Locked away safe inside theyre with me

One minute I think I know what I mean

The next I hear voices inside disagree

Why are they laughing at me?