Wish You Were Here...

(Originally posted on Feb 22, 2007 15:34)

"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."



I used to sing this song a long time ago, when I was 19 and I played in a garage band.

In that time it used to be just a pretty song to me.

Now that I got to this age, far from home and many of my friends got into the habit of being dead or somehow gone, I can feel the pain in it.
And it hurts.