Jan Akkerman All Along The Watchtower
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 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 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 distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
