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 ya can tell?
Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange
A walk on part of 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…
But have we found the same old fear…
Wish you were here!