The street smells like glycerin
There’s something sweet on me tonight
And my brothers bike
The air is like honey
It’s thick and it’s sticking to my ride
The pedals stop at the
Dial tone
Got no quarters
To atone
From this payphone
So alone
It’s why I loiter
Oh Operator
Age is a numbers game
And I lost cause you’re throwing me away
Why judge a guy by his birthday?
Is that you paging me?
I know it’s lame but I’m only 23
I’ll get a phone when I need one
Dial tone
Got no quarters
To atone
From my payphone
So alone
It’s why I loiter
Oh, Operator!
But girl I need you 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
My whole life’s ahead of me