Brevity by Dan Thompson for February 17, 2012

For those unfamiliar, the lyrics……the lyrics.

“There must be some kinda way out of hereSaid the joker to the thiefThere’s too much confusionI can’t get no relief

Businessmen, they, they drink my winePlowmen dig my earthNone will level on the lineNobody of it is worth, hey

No reason to get excitedThe thief, he kindly spokeThere are many here among usWho feel that life is but a joke

But you and I, we’ve been through thatAnd this is not our fateSo let us not talk falsely nowThe hour is getting late, hey

Hey

All along the watchtowerPrinces kept the viewWhile all the women came and wentBarefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distanceA wildcat did growlTwo riders were approachingAnd the wind began to howl, hey

All along the watchtowerAll along the watchtower