There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief,
There's so 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 need to get excited, the thief, he kindly spoke,
There's many among us think that life is but a joke.

You and me, we've been through that, this is not our fate,
Let us not speak falsely now, the hour is getting late.

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
Two riders came riding, Mmm the north wind blew

Outside in the distance the wind began to howl