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
from a lead role in a cage
How i wish,
How I wish you where 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.