All Along The Watchtower

"There must be some way out of here,"

Said the joker to the thief,

"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief,

Businessmen, they drink my wine, ploughmen dig my earth,

None of them along the line know what any of it is worth;"

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,

"There are many here among us now,

Who feel that life is but a joke,

But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late;"

All along the Watchtower, Princes kept the view,

While all the women came and went, barefoot servants too,

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl;

"There must be some way out of here,"

"There must be some way out of here..."