"Wish You Were Here"

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?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

 Hot ashes for trees?

 Hot air for a cool breeze?

 Cold comfort for change?

 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.

 

Writer: WATERS, ROGER/GILMOUR, DAVID JON