Wish you were here

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 conform for change
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 you found? The same old fears.