C D So, so you think you can tell, Am G Heaven from Hell, blue skys from pain. D C Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail, Am a smile from a veil, G Do you think you can tell? C D And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts, Am G Hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze, D cold comfort for change, C Am And did you exchange a walk on part in the war G for a lead role in a cage? C D How I wish, how I wish you were here. Am We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, G year after year, D C Running over the same old ground. What have we found? Am G The same old fears. Wish you were here!