so, so you think you can tell hea-ven 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 you can tell? and did they get you to trade your he-roes for ghosts? hot ash-es for trees? hot air for a cool breeze? cold com-fort for change? and did you ex-change 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, swim-ming in a fish bowl, year af-ter year. run-ning o-ver the same old ground, what have you found? the same old fears. wish you were here.