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