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?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And 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.

                                                                                                                                       –Pink Floyd