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!