All Along the Watchtower - Bob Dylan

"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

Plowmen 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 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