All Along The Watchtower
Bob Dylan
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