Pink Floyd

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 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 you found? The same old fears.
Wish you
were here.