So,so you think you can tell
heaven from helle blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil, So you tink you can tell?
And they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Mot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breze? Cold comfort for change? And did rou exange a walk on part
in the war For a lead role in a cage?
How i wish,howi wish you were here We're just two lost souls
swimming in a first bowl,year after year Running over the same old ground,what have era found? The same
old fears
Wish you were here
Money,get away Get a
good job with more pay and you're o.k.
Money it's a gas Grab that cash with both hads and make a stash New car,caviar,four star daydream
Think i'll buy me a football team
Money get back I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack
Money it's a hit Don't give me that do goody good bullshit I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set
And i think i need a lear jet
Money it's a crime Share it fairly, but don't take a slice of my pie
Money so they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're
Giving none away
Tired of lying in sunshine staying Home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find Ten
years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the startig gun
And you run,
and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting, shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught on half a
page of scribbled lines Hangind on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gene the song is
over, thought id something more to say
