'There must be some kind of way out of here' said the joker to the thief.
The first line of 'All Along The Watchtower' by Dylan/Hendrix.
Joker? Thief? Out of where?
Ok, so let's try the last line....
'Outside in the cold distance, a wildcat did growl. Two riders were approaching and the wind began to howl.'
That's it. That's how the song ends. So what happens next?
If so, welcome to my Watchtower.