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?