Έφυγε και ο Ρικ Ράιτ απο κοντά μας. Ιδρυτικό μέλος των FLOYD και συνθέτης σε πολλά ψυχεδελίκά κομμάτιατους και σε κάποια απλώς αριστουργήματα.
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 you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Learning to fly!
