What will you do when things go wrong
You haven't go the will to carry on
Will you be reaching out
For something you can't find ?
Slave to the ringing telephone
Your out in the street you're all alone
And still you wonder why
You're chilled right to the bone
Evidently Mr Jones
You've been away much too long
And your kids they can't remember,
And your kids they can't remember
Who you are... ain't that a shame
Had another friend called Josephine
She was the one, your beauty Queen
But it's all over now, she'd rather be alone
Ever dream that you'd be president
Even though it's evident
You haven't got the guile, you're no more than a child
Evidently Mr Jones
You've been away much too long
And your kids they can't remember
And your kids they can't remember
Who you are... ain't that a shame
Going round in circles, busy doing nothing
Didn't have much to say, picking up little pieces
Of your life...
No invitations - no expectations
It's not how it used to be - thinking of your
Lonely winter so empty - it's always the same
Evidently Mr Jones
You've been away much too long
And your kids they can't remember
And your kids they can't remember
Who you are