So, so you think you can tell? Heaven from hell, Blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field rom a cold steel rail? A smile from a vail? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hard 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 leadroll in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here We're just two lost souls swiming in a fishboul, year after year Running over the same ground What have we found? The same old fears Wish you were here