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?