'' 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 you found?

 The same old fears.
 Wish you were here. ''