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?

Do they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts,

hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze,

cold comfort for change?

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