WISH YOU WERE HERE (II)

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?
did you exchange a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in 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