	G	C	D	G	C/G
Aint it	just like the night, to play	tricks when you’re	trying to be so	quiet.

	G	C	D	G	C/G
And we	sit here stranded, but we’re	all doing our	best to	deny it.

	D	G	C/G
And	Louise, holds a handful of rain, tempting you to	defy it.

	C	G
Lights	flicker, from the opposite	loft.

	C	G
In	this room, the heat pipes just	cough.

	C	G
The	country music station, plays	soft but there’s nothing, really nothing

	D	Dsus4
to turn	off.

	G	C	D	G	C/G
Just	Louise, and her	lover	so	intwined.

	C	G	D	G	C/G
And these	visions, of	Johanna have	conquered my	mind.

In the empty lot where the ladies play

blindman’s bluff with the key chain

And the all-night girls

they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train

We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight

Ask himself if it’s him or them that’s really insane

Louise, she’s all right, she’s just near

She’s delicate and seems like the mirror

But she just makes it all too concise and too clear

That Johanna’s not here

The ghost of ’lectricity howls in the bones of her face

Where these visions of Johanna

have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost,

he takes himself so seriously

He brags of his misery,

he likes to live dangerously

And when bringing her name up

He speaks of a farewell kiss to me

He’s sure got a lotta gall

to be so useless and all

Muttering small talk at the wall

while I’m in the hall

How can I explain?

Oh, it’s so hard to get on

And these visions of Johanna,

they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums,

Infinity goes up on trial

Voices echo this is what

salvation must be like after a while

But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues

You can tell by the way she smiles

See the primitive wallflower freeze

When the jelly-faced women all sneeze

Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze

I can’t find my knees"

Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule

But these visions of Johanna,

they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks

to the countess who’s pretending to care for him

Sayin’, "Name me someone that’s not a parasite

and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him"

But like Louise always says

"Ya can’t look at much, can ya man?"

As she, herself, prepares for him

And Madonna, she still has not showed

We see this empty cage now corrode

Where her cape of the stage once had flowed

The fiddler, he now steps to the road

He writes ev’rything’s been returned which was owed

On the back of the fish truck that loads

While my conscience explodes

The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain

And these visions of Johanna

are now all that remain