All Along the Watchtower

Bob Dylan

"There must be some kind of way out of here," said the joker to the thief.
"Too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen they drink my wine, and the plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line know what any of it's worth."

"No reason to get excited", the thief, he kindly spoke.
"There are many here among us who feel life is but joke. Ha-ha.
But you and I, we've been through all that, yes we have,
And this is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

All along the watchtwer, 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.