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 Ny 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
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 Spirit
And That Spirit Isn`t Dead
Now I May Not Remember Everything That You Said
But I Remember All The Things 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