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 heroes 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!