wish you were here

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 heros 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.