Edward Jones is ill again. He’s locked himself in again today
Edward Jones is ill again. He’s locked himself in again
He always shuts the place up tight and never lets in any light
No one comes and no one calls until his illness slips and falls away
Out of his silent world, into this violent world
Where things just don’t seem right
Eddie, are you all right?
When Edward could come out again
It’d seem he’d have a plan but then
With no one up above to guide
You could see poor Eddie start to slide
Back into his lowered state,
That’s the day we’d curse the fate of Eddie
Out of this violent world, back to his silent world
Where everythings just right
Eddie, are you all right? Eddie, are you all right?
Eddie, are you all right?
