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

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees, warm air for

the cool breeze, cold comfort for change?

Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?