For my friend and fellow music-maker Malcolm,
who was cut down in his prime by cancer.

I bet they're takin' good care of you
You don't need nothin' at all
  Anymore

I know you wouldn't trade places with me
You've been freed - you heard the call
  Went through the door

    Still I'll miss you
    Whenever I hear the sound
    Of that saxophone, so sweet and high

    And I'll be listenin'
    As long as I'm heaven-bound
    To that music in the sky
        I hear it callin' my name