Wish You Were Here - The Tibbs

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?

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.