Like the pine trees lining the winding road, I've got a name, I've got a name. Like the singin' bird and the croakin' toad, I've got a name, I've got… - Jim Croce

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 every time
I think about the love that I thought would save me.<p>But 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.

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them.
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go through time with.

You don't tug on Superman's cape.
You don't spit into the wind.
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger.
And you don't mess around with Jim.