So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steal rail? A smile from a veil. Do you think you can tell? And did they get you yo trade heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for 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 ground, what have we found? The same old fears. I Wish You Were Here. Pink Floyd