Thirteen Years Without Peter King

The years are short just as the day is long
It was me on the corner
It was only me when you were looking
Not kneel to anyone else, get it Pete

It's been thirteen years and a couple of days
Since that cab blew that light and dragged you away from us
And I still wonder what you might think, what you might say
It's been thirteen years and a couple of days

And now it's far too late to go
No one ever saw the show
Blame the witches and the saints
No one cares which ones are fake
And will never need to know

It was far too soon to go
You never get to see the show
Call all the witches and the saints
The ones who were real
The ones who were fake
Call them and let them know

Would you want to play along
Would you approve but now you're gone
So I'll never know the jokes, the lengths
To which you might go, I'll never know

It's been thirteen years and a couple of days
Knocked out of your boots and flown through the air
Ending conversations now I'll never get to hear

It was far too soon to go
You never got to see the show
Call all the witches, call the saints
The ones who were real
The ones who were fake
Call them and let them know

And now it's far too late to go
We've missed the parties
We've missed the shows
Dancing's for witches, guilt's for saints
Who cares more is a debate
And I guess I'll never know

Now it's far too late to go
No one ever saw the show
Blame the witches and the saints
No one cares which ones are fake
And we never need to know

No, no it's far too soon to go
Don't miss the parties
Don't miss the shows
Dance with witches, drink with saints
Do you care which ones are fake
If we go we'll never know