Wish You Were Here
_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.
Christ.. no wonder you never came back.
Canned tuna looks a bit like cat food and I feel like a cat for eating it. At least cats are cute.