So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from hell, blueskies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a vail?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your
heroes for ghosts? Hot ashees for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold confort for change?
And did you exhange 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 living in a fish bowl year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears,
WISH YOU WERE HERE!
