[00:00.00](Bob Dylan)
[00:17.43]" There must be some  way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
[00:25.59]" There's  too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
[00:36.39]Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen  dig my  earth,
[00:44.70]None of them along the line  know what any of it is worth."
[00:51.63]" No reason to get excited,"  the thief, he kindly spoke,
[00:59.82]" There are many here among us  who feel that life is but a joke.
[01:10.62]But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
[01:19.11]So let us not talk falsely now, the  hour is getting late."
[01:44.82]All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
[01:52.29]While all the women  came and went, barefoot servants, too.
[02:01.89]Outside in the distance  a wildcat did growl,
[02:10.62]Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.