Gassed And Stoked - Loss Lyrics

Wel,l you covered your tracksand now I can't see youYou had your ashes scattered at seaThere's no grave to visit no tombstone to look atYou were in the NY Times obituaryThere's no record no tape no book no movieSome photographs and some memoriesSometime I dial your photo number by mistakeand this is what I hearThis is no longer a working number babyPlease redial your callThis is no longer a working numberYour party doesn't live here anymoreThis is no longer a working numberif you still require helpStay on the line and an operatorwill try to bail you outI knew I should have seen you that ThursdayI knew I shouldn't leftBut you sounded so good your spirits so upI thought I'd see you next weekI say over and over if I had half a brainif I had half a brain in my headI wouldn't sit here dialing a wrong numberand listening to what some recording saidI knew I should have written, written things downI always say I'll never forgetWho can forget a one-eye pilotWho's a concert pianistA 0painter a poet songwriter supremeMy friends are blending in my headThey're melting into one great spiritand that spirit isn't deadNow I may not remember everything that you saidBut I remember all the sings you've doneAnd not a day goes by not an hourwhen I don't try to be like youYou were gassed, stoked and rarin' to goand you were that way all the timeSo I guess you know why I'm laughing at myselvesevery time I dial the wrong lineThis is no longer a working number baby