C | D | |
So, so you think you can | tell, |
Am | G | ||
Heaven from | Hell, | blue skies from | pain. |
D | C | ||
Can you tell a green | field | from a cold steel | rail, |
Am | G | ||
a smile from a | veil, | do you think you can | tell? |
C | D | ||
Did they get you to | trade | your heroes for | ghosts, |
Am | G | |||
Hot ashes for | trees, | hot air for a | cool | breeze, |
D | C | ||
cold comfort for | change, | and did you ex | change |
Am | G | ||
a walk on part in the | war | for a lead role in a | cage? |
C | D | |
How I wish, how I wish you were | here. |
Am | ||
We’re just | two | lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, |
G | |
year after year, |
D | |
Running over the same old ground. |
C | Am | |
What have we found? The same old | fears. |
G | |
Wish you were | here! |