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
*Isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell 'em 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 could you help me place this call?
Well, I can't read the number that you just gave me
There's something in my eyes
You know it happens every time
I think about a love that I thought would save me(*)
Operator, well let's forget about this call
There's no one there I really wanted to talk to
Thank you for your time
Ah, you've been so much more than kind
And you can keep the dime(*)
