Wish you were here (Pink Floid)

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?

And did they get you to trade
your heros 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 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.