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.