it s the way i see it and oh what a point of view it s the line that calms us all like a bell on fire it s the line that calms us all and how we love the call aim the sound at me the small wall the long haul up where candor always leads the conversation the center of cities it is divided but it has no imperfection it s the wall that holds us there i m thinking i can fly now it s the wall that holds us there as the city draws us down i hear mexico above all are we out for contact oh can t i and i could be an anchor drop me in the bay and watch me hold you steady it s the way i see it and oh what a point of view and i could be an anchor drop me in the bay and watch me hold you steady hold you it s the way i see it