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 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 leadroll in a cage?

How, 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!!