So, so you 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 you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts,
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And 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 souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.