lirik lagu all along the watchtower – chris de burgh
“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, 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, 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;
“there must be some way out of here,”
“there must be some way out of here…”