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?

Did they get you to change
You 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 2 lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground...
What have we found?

The same old fear.
Wish you were here.

(from memory)