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