| Em7 | G | Em7 | G |
| Em7 | A7 | Em7 | A7 |
| G | |||
| C | D |
| So, so you think you can t | ell |
| Am | G | |
| Heaven from h | ell, blue skies from | pain |
| D | |
| Can you tell a green | field from a cold steel |
| C | Am |
| Rail, a smile from a | veil |
| G | |
| Do you think you can t | ell? |
| C | D | |
| And did they get you to tr | ade your heroes for | ghosts? |
| Am | G | |
| Hot ashes for tr | ees? Warm air for a coo | l breeze? |
| D | |
| Cold comfort for cha | nge? |
| C | Am | G | |
| And did you exchan | ge a walk on part in the | war for a lead role in a ca | ge? |
| Em7 | G | Em7 | G |
| Em7 | A7 | Em7 | A7 |
| G | |||
| 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 |
| What have we found? |
| Am | G | |
| The same old | fears, wish you were here |
| Em7 | G | Em7 | G |
| Em7 | A7 | Em7 | A7 |
| G | |||