| 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! |