So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,nblue skies from pain.nCan you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?nA smile from a veil?nDo you think you can tell?nAnd did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? nHot ashes for trees?nHot air for a cool breeze?nCold comfort for change?nAnd did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?nHow I wish, how I wish you were here.nWe're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,nRunning over the same old ground. nWhat have you found? The same old fears.nWish you were here. nn