When the kick of the drum
Went off like artillery fire? Do you remember the moment
You finally did something about it? And if you’re wondering, man
Well yeah, I will say that it got to us
The shrapnel flew right through the screen from the comedy hour
Yeah we heard you, Keith
Real loud and clear on the last one
I must’ve listened to you
A thousand times a day
And for one short breath
It sounds like the world is ending
Exploding in space and beginning again
So far away, so far away
Yeah we heard you, Pete
Real loud and clear on the last one
And we were pulling for you
A thousand times a day
It don’t take much
To sound like a sleeping prophet
When your misery sounds so much like ours
So far away, so far away, so far away Stuck in a corn maze
With only a transistor radio
Making paths with the sound waves
And echoes and oh, oh, oh…
Yeah we heard you, Pete
Real loud and clear on the last one
And we were pulling for you
A thousand times a day
It don’t take much
To sound like a sleeping prophet
When your misery sounds so much like ours
So far away, so far away, so far away
Do you remember the night
We finally heard something about it? When the kick of the drum
Lined up with the beat of your heart?