So, so ya think you can tell
heaven from hell, blue skies from pain, can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do ya think ya can tell?
Did they get you to trade, your hero's for ghosts, hot ashes for trees
Hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change, did you exchange,
a walk on part in the war, for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost soles swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground, but have we found the same old fears,
Wish you were here
