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 New York 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

This is no longer a working number
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
well, if you still require help
Stay on the line and an operator
will try to bail you out

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, ah

A painter, 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 of 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
This is no longer a working number
Gassed, stoked and rarin´ to go
gassed, stoked and rarin´ to go

gassed, stoked and rarin´ to go
gassed, stoked and rarin´ to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin´ to go
gassed, stoked and rarin´ to go
gassed, stoked and rarin´ to go
gassed, stoked and rarin´ to go