Thirteen Years Without Peter King - The World/Inferno Friendship Society

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