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Well, you covered your tracksand 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 mistakeand 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 numberif you still require help
Stay on the line and an operatorwill 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 brainif I had half a brain in my head
I wouldn't sit here dialing a wrong numberand 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 spiritand that spirit isn't dead
Now I may not remember everything that you saidbut I remember all the things you've done
And not a day goes by not an hourwhen I don't try to be like you
You were gassed, stoked and rarin' to goand you were that way all the time
So I guess you know why I'm laughing at myselvesevery time I dial the wrong line
This is no longer a working number baby
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