Quarter on the Ground (A Song for Uncle Joe)

Why can't you just pick up the telephone? Just need to hear you say hello Things will never be the way they used to be It's just so hard to let it go Oh oh, oh oh Yes we had some of the best of times Even the worst was never all that bad I wish we could talk just one last time We've already had our chance I keep that paper in my pocket From when you wrote your number down I take it out and I think of you Every time I see a quarter on the ground Oh oh, oh oh I keep your picture in the hallway In a wooden frame up on the wall Often I stop to remember How good it felt when you would call Oh oh, oh oh The lines on the page have faded The words are getting harder to read I know what it says by heart I keep it just to keep you here with me I keep that paper in my pocket From when you wrote your number down I take it out and I think of you Every time I see a quarter on the ground Oh oh, every time I see a quarter on the ground Oh oh, every time I see a quarter on the ground Oh oh, oh oh