Lyrics:

'There must be some kind of way out of here'
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
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 is getting late

[Guitar Solo]

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
And the wind began to howl