So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys 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 heros 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. .b.We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year,.endf. Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. Until tomorrow then, Your Neighborhood Superman