Wish You Were Here
(Waters, Gilmour) 5:17
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.
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.
