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.
What
have
we
found?
The
same
old
fears.
Wish
you
were
here.