It's a long way to the top if you wanna Rock n' Roll!
maybe tomorrow I'll find my way (home) - some true friends, me and our island, Tavolara...
Thinking how it used to be.
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again,
And I do.
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?
And did they get you to trade your heroes 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.
That's all...