Lyrics:

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