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 we found? The same old fears Wish You Were Here -- Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me,to me......