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