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