So do 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 in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost soles swimming in a fish pond
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

(c)