Alan Parson Project The The Three Of Me Lyrics

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?