Wish You Were Here
David Gilmour, Roger Waters
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?
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