Well you covered your tracks and now I can't see you

you had your ashes scattered at sea

There's no grave to visit, no tombstone to look at

you were in the New York Times obituary

There's no record, no tape, no book, no movie

some photographs and memories

Sometimes I dial your phone number by mistake

and this is what I hear



This is no longer a working number, baby

please redial your call

This is no longer a working number

your party doesn't live here anymore

This is no longer a working number

if you still require help

Stay on the line and an operator

will try to bail you out



I knew I should have seen you that Thursday

I knew I shouldn't have left

But you sounded so good, your spirits so up

I thought I'd see you next week

I say over and over if I had half a brain

if I had half a brain in my head

I wouldn't sit here dialing a wrong number

and listening to what some recording said



This is no longer a working number

please redial your call

This is no longer a working number

your party doesn't live here anymore

This is no longer a working number

well, if you still require help

Stay on the line and an operator

will try to bail you out



I knew I should have written, written things down

I always say I'll never forget

Who can forget a one-eyed pilot

who's a concert pianist, ah

A painter, a poet, songwriter supreme

my friends are blending in my head

They're melting into one great spirit

and that spirit isn't dead



Now I may not remember everything that you said

but I remember all the sings you've done

And not a day goes by not an hour

when I don't try to be like you

You were