Jim Croce

Operator, could you help me place this call,
You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded,
She's living in L.A, with my best old ex-friend ray,
A guy she said she knew well, but sometimes hated.
Isn't that the way they say it goes,
But lets forget all that,
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell her I'm fine,
And to show, I overcome the blow,
I learned to take it well,
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real, but thats not the way it feels.
Operator, could you help me place this call,
'Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me,
Theres something in my eyes,
You know it happens everytime,
I think about the love that I thought would save me.
Isn't that the way they say it goes,
But lets forget all that,
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell her I'm fine,
And to show, I overcome the blow,
I learned to take it well,
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real, but thats not the way it feels.
No, no, no, no, that's not the way it feels
Operator, lets forget about this call,
There's no one there I really wanted to talk to,
Thank you for your time,
You've been so much more then kind.
You can keep the dime.
Isn't that the way they say it goes,
But lets forget all that,
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell her I'm fine,
And to show, I overcome the blow,
I learned to take it well,
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real, but thats not the way it feels.