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 heros 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.
and had we found?
The same old fears.

Wish you were here.