when the wall came down
you and i we found
we want the finest things

from here we see the trees
our boots are nice and clean
we got the finest things

got the finest things
it's a long long way to come
to find the same old road again

don't hold me back my friend
just hold me close



we built the wall back up
to show we'd had enough

of all the finest things
and we could hear them cry
"you built it way too high"

and lost the finest things
lost the finest things
it's a long long way to come

to find the same old road again
don't hold me back my friend
just hold me close


did you find your place?
well they keep us high over here

when you fall from grace
just close your eyes


long long way to come
to find the same old road again
don't hold me back my friend

just hold me close

oh... oh... oh...