The Three Of Me — текст песни (Alan Parson Project, The)

(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?