Lou Reed: Gassed and stoked - loss

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