snatches of conversation ...

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