Songtexte All Along the Watchtower (live) - U2

There must be some kinda way out of here
Said the joker to the thief

There's too much confusion now
I can't get no relief
No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feels life's but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talking falsely now
The hour's getting late

All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all the women they came and they went

Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl