AmThere must be some Gway oFut of heGre
AmSaid the JGoker to thFe ThGief
AmThere's toGo mucFh cGonfAmusion, IG can't geFt noG relief
BuAmsinessmen tGhey drFink my wine,G plAmoughmen diGg my eaFrth G 
NoAmne of themG along Fthe GlinAme, knowG what any ofF 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 & I we've beent thru 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 & went, barefoot servants too
Outside in the distance, a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl