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.
Businessmen, they drink my wine.
Plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line
know why any of it is worth it.
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,
for the hour is getting late.
For the hour
is getting late.
Say yeah!
All along the watchtower,
princess kept her view.
While all the women came and went,
barefoot, soft and soothed.
Outside in the cold distance,
a wild cat had growled.
Two riders were approaching,
and the wind began to howl.
This is not our fate, no.
Said all along the watchtower,
I'm scared and lame.
This is not our fate, no.