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 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