wish you were here.

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?
and did they get you to trade your heroes 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 you found?
the same old fears.
wish you were here.