There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief

Business men, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody offered his word

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
cnd this is not our fate
So let us stop talkin' falsely now
The hour's getting late, hey

cll along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too

Well outside in the cold distance
c wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
cnd the wind began to howl, yeah

cll along the watchtower
cll along the watchtower