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?
Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change...
Did you exchange a walk on part on 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? Same old fears: Wish you were here.