Lyrics:

There must be some way out of here,
Said the joker to the thief,
Theres too much confusion, I cant get no relief,
Businessmen, they drink my wine, ploughmen 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 now,
Who feel that life is but a joke,
But you and I, weve 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;

There must be some way out of here,
There must be some way out of here...