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 he-roes for ghosts?
Hot ash-es for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold com-fort for change?
Did you ex-change a walk on part
in the war for a lead role in a c-a-age?