"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 all 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 speak falsely now The hour is getting late." All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While 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.