All Along the Watchtower

"There must be some way out of here", cried the joker to the thief

There's too much confusion here, 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, who feel that life is but a joke

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

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

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view

Barefoot servants came and went, little children too

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl