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 vail?
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 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