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