“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief.
“There is too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen 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 that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”–Bob Dylan