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 some memories   Sometime I dial your photo 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 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-eye pilot   Who's a concert pianist   A 0painter 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 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