In the pitch black it’s too cold

I’m all alone take me back to the roads

I had to rode to get here and I’ll hitch back

Get a cab to my mother’s house

See my old man and grab a six pack

Tell my brother I love him

And give him something that

Will see him through the hard times

What’s a brother for

When I’m sick of this life I see

It has to be my family who lift me off the floor

Make sense of all the madness

In a world full of money and

I was a failed man and worse I couldn’t give a fuck

Save your wine for the entrepreneurs

All along the watchtower

Princes kept the view

While all the women came and went

Barefoot servants too yeah

Outside in the cold distance

A wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching

And the wind began to howl

Cause your world is the same as mine

Pour more blood in your cup

Take a sip full of sin and let your taste buds savour the buzz

The flavour of an ill-mannered nature

That lingers on as animals in all of us

Trying to fight for the right to live a life

But some will never win though

That’s why they live a lie

I don’t think I’ll ever win

All of this is anything

When I die I hope a brother’s at my side

There’s no trap door or get out clause

The world can be your oyster or a set of jail doors

You’ve seen mine I think it’s time I see yours

I bet you that we’ve been scarred by the same swords

Some are lost some are

Apart from the fact I live my life

In the light and now I’m trapped in it

The way I feel within a few years time

I might have a couple kids

And just forget I ever wrote this

All along the watchtower

Princes kept the view

While all the women came and went

Barefoot servants too yeah

Outside in the cold distance

A wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching

And the wind began to howl

Take away the treasure of a man

Convinced that he holds heaven in his hands

Even though I ain’t religious I’m a little superstitious

Maybe there is a promised land

But will I make it or not is a different matter

I’ve been a joker I’ve been a thief

I’ve been a rapper

I’ve been the only enemy that I can never beat

Give me a piece of mind upon a platinum platter

All along the watchtower

Princes kept the view

While all the women came and went

Barefoot servants too yeah

Outside in the cold distance

A wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching

And the wind began to howl