BOB'S MUSIC PLAYER

OPERATOR

By: Jim Croce

Operator, well could you help me place this call?
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 and sometimes hated.

Well, isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, 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've overcome the blow.
I've learned to take it well,
I only wish my words could just convince myself
that it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels.

Operator, well could you help me place this call?
'Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me.
There's 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?
Well, 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've overcome the blow.
I've learned to take it well,
I only wish my words could just convince myself
that it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels.

No, no, no, no.
That's not the way it feels.

Operator, well let's just forget about this call.
There's no one there I really wanted to talk to.
Thank you for your time, well you've been so much more than kind.
And you can keep the dime!

Well, isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, 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've overcome the blow.
I've learned to take it well,
I only wish my words could just convince myself
that it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels.