Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

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?

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, Gyear after year,

Running over the same old ground. What have we found?

The same old fears. Wish you were here!