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.