Lyrics All Along the Watchtower - Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief

Business men, they drink my wine
Plough men 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
Who feel that life is but a joke

But you and I we've been through all 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 cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl

All along the watchtower

Everywhere

Everywhere I went