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 NY 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

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

A painter a poet a ongwriter supreme

My friends are blending in my head

They're melding into one great spirit

and that spirit isn't dead

Now I may not remember everything that you said

but I remember all the things you've done

And not a day goes by not an hour

when I don't try to be like you

You were gassed, stoked and rarin' to go

and you were that way all the time

So I guess you know why I'm laughing at myselves

every time I dial the wrong line

This is no longer a working number baby