Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd
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 to the trade you heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold confort for change?
And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in the 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...