Wish You Were Here

The Canadian introduced me to Pink Floyd in wondrous ways. I never knew. I do not know why I did not know, but I didn't.

He sang this song to me the other day. It is beautiful, and haunting.

Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys 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 heros 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 am listening to it again, on the CD he bought for me. This weekend I am going to watch "The Wall", which he bought for me on DVD.

I am smiling.

~Munk