Lyrics Quarter on the Ground (A Song for Uncle Joe) - Matt Andersen

Why can′t you just pick up the telephone
I 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
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
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
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