Do you remember the moment you finally did something about it When the kick of the drum lined up with the beat of your heart Stuck in the corn maze with only a transistor radio Making paths with the soundwaves and echoes in old Baba O 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 you finally heard something about it When the kick of the drum went off like artillery fire And if you're wondering, man - well yeah I could 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 have 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, 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 And it don't take much To sound like a sleeping prophet When your misery sounds Like ours so far so far away So far away, so far away