She's living in L. A. with my best old ex-friend Ray
That it just wasn't real but that's not the way it feels
And give me the number if you can find it
’Cause I can’t read the number that you just gave me
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well
You can keep the dime
I think about the love that I thought would save me
So I can call just to tell them I’m fine and to show
There's no one there I really wanted to talk to
But isn't that the way they say it goes?
Oh, you've been so much more than kind
I only wish my words could just convince myself
Operator, oh, could you help me place this call?
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well
That it just wasn't real but that's not the way it feels
I only wish my words could just convince myself
Isn't that the way they say it goes?
So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show
I only wish my words could just convince myself
But let’s forget all that
Thank you for your time
That it just wasn't real but that's not the way it feels
Well, let's forget all that
No, no, no, no, that's not the way it feels
Guy, she said she knew well and sometimes hated
See, the number on the matchbook is old and faded
Operator, well, could you help me place this call?
So I can call just to tell them I'm fine and to show
But isn't that the way they say it goes?
Songwriter: Jim Croce
There’s something in my eyes, you know it happens every time
Operator, well, let's forget about this call
And give me the number if you can find it
Publishers: CROCE PUBLISHING, TIME IN A BOTTLE
And give me the number if you can find it
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well
Well, let's forget all that