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.
"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 stop talking falsely now. The hour's 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 wildcat did growl.
Two riders were approaching, and the wind began to howl.
schmetterling
reminds me of https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siege_of_Vienna_(1529)#Defensive_measures
What did Bob Dylan write is about originally? Just a story?
Now I know why Sai Parn is missing.