[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?

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