Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell

heaven from hell,

blue skys 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 heros 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 we found?

the same old fears.

wish you were here.