Wish You Were Here so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell green field from a steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
And did they get trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air a cool breeze? comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a
How I wish, I wish you were here. We're just two lost swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here.