All Along The Watchtower

There must be some kind way out of here

Said the joker to the thief

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

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 this is not our fate

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

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view

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

Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl