From the recording Be Gay Do Crime: My Cover Story
Lyrics
Hello, Operator, could you help me with this call?
This number on this napkin is old and faded
She's out there in L.A, with my best old ex-friend Mae
A girl she said she knew well and sometimes hated
But ain't that how the story always goes?
Yeah, let's just forget all that
If you could find the number, get it for me
So I can call just to tell her I'm fine, and to show
I've gotten through the worst
That I've learned to live
I only wish my words could finally convince myself
That it was never real
But that's not the way it feels
Hello, Operator, I'm still struggling with this call
My eyes won't focus on the digits that you gave me
There's a blurring in my sight, and it happens every night
When I remember all the love that was supposed to save me
But ain't that how the story always goes?
Yeah, let's just forget all that
If you could find the number, get it for me
So I can call just to tell her I'm fine, and to show
I've gotten through the worst
That I've learned to live
I only wish my words could finally convince myself
That it was never real
But that's not the way it feels
And the quiet in this apartment screams so loud
Just the ghost of a laugh beneath a cloud
Of every single word I meant to say out loud
Now I just get tangled in the silence now
You know, Operator, we should probably let this go
There's no one on that line I need to talk to
I appreciate your time, ah, you've been much more than kind
You can keep the dime
But ain't that how the story always goes?
Yeah, let's just forget all that
If you could find the number, get it for me
So I can call just to tell her I'm fine, and to show
I've gotten through the worst
That I've learned to live
I only wish my words could finally convince myself
That it was never real
But that's not the way it feels
No.. that's not the way it feels..