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 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?