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?

Did they get you to trade your heros 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 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.
I just wish you were here..