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 to 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
 'Cause they're all taht I've got
 And I can't get away
 And Alice wawes through the glass
 Are we home at last
 For tomorrow they'll be there you see
 Locked away safe inside there with me
 'Cause 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