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 heroes 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.

Pink Floyd
Wish you were here
1975