So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell? Blue skies from rain? 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 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 in a 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 tears Wish you were here