So; so you think you can tell; heaven from hell, blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? a smile from a veil? do you think you can tell? did they get you to trade your heros for ghosts Hot ashes for trees? hot air for a cool breeze? cold comfort for change? 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.