There must be some kind of way out of here,
said the joker to the thief,
There's too much confusion,
I can get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line
know what any of its 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 all 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 cold distance
a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching,
and the wind began to howl.