There must be some kind of way out of here, said the joker to the thief Too much confusion now, I can't get no relief On this moon they drink my wine, plumb and dig my earth All of them along the line don't know what any of it's worth No reason to get excited, the thief he kindly spoke There are many here among us who feel life's but a joke But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate So let us stop talking falsely now, the hour's getting late All along the watchtower, the princess kept the view While all the women, they came and they went, barefoot servants too Outside in the cold distance, a wild catty crowd Two riders were approaching, and the wind began to howl Thanks for watching!