For my friend. The day after his 45th birthday. From east coast basements over winter break. Ping pong, pool tables, and quiet corners in overcrowded hometown bars, years before we all were legal. Spending entire snow days listening to one album on repeat simply because we had the time. It's been a long time, and maybe this song makes more sense now. While we have the time. If we choose to see it that way.


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

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