So,so ya thinkyou 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 ya think ya can tell?Did they get you to trade,your heros for ghost,ho ashes for trees
hot air for cool breeze,cold comfort for change,did you exchange,a walk on part in the war,for alead role in a cage?
How I wish,how I wish you were here
Were just two lost soles swimming in a fish bowl,year after year,
Running over the same old ground,but have we found the same old fears,wish you were here.