Operator - Louden Swain

The street smells like glycerin

There’s something sweet on me tonight

And my brother’s bike

The air is like honey

It’s thick and it’s stickin' to my ride

The pedals stop at the

Dial tone

Got no quarters to atone

From my payphone, so alone

That’s why I call on the

Operator

Age is a numbers game

That I lost 'cause you’re throwing me away

Why judge a guy by his birthday

Is that you pagin' me

I know I’m lame but I’m only twenty-three

I’ll get a phone when I need one

Dial tone

Got no quarters to atone

From my payphone, so alone

That’s why I call on the

Operator

Won’t you take me now

It’s the only moment that I know

Won’t you please accept my charges

This was a bad idea

And now I’m really late for work

I’m just a grocery clerk

It’s just a stop for me

On the greater highway that I see, I see

My whole life’s ahead of me

Dial tone

Got no quarters to atone

From my payphone, so alone

That’s why I call on the

Operator

Operator

Operator