If you haven't heard this guy, you should. Cat Stevens, Jackson Browne and now Jim Croce - I think I'm enjoying listening to 70's acoustic music. The finger picking is good as it gets and sadly way beyond my league!
Operator, oh could you help me place this call You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded She's livin' 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 But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them 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, oh could you help me place this call 'Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me There's something in my eye's You know it happens every time I think about the love that I thought would save me
Isn't that the way they say it goes But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them 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 Thats not the way it feels Operator oh let's forget about this call There's no one there I really wanted to talk to Thank you for your time Oh you've been so much more than kind And you can keep the dime
Isn't that the way they say it goes But let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them 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
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