Finest Things - Belasco

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…