Werbung entfernenA D E7 AAin't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
D E7 AWe sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
E AAnd Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
D ALights flicker from the opposite loft
D AIn this room the heat pipes just cough
DThe country music station plays soft
A E7But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
A D E7 AJust Louise and her lover so entwined
D A E7 A D AAnd these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
A D E7 AIn the empty lot where the ladies play blind man's bluff with the key chain
D E7 A
And the allnight girls, they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
EWe can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
A
Ask himself if it's him or them that's realy insane
D ALouise, she's allright, she's just near
D AShe's delicate and seems like the mirror
DBut she just makes it all too concice and too clear
A E7That Johanna's not here
A D E7 AThe ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
D A E7 A D AWhere these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.
A D E7 ANow, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
D E7 AHe brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
E AAnd when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
D AHe's sure got a lotta gall
D Ato be so useless and all
DMuttering small talk at the wall
A E7while I'm in the hall
A D E7 AHow can I explain? Oh, it's so hard to get on
D A E7 A D AAnd these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn.
A D E7 AInside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
D E7 AVoices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
E ABut Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles
D ASee the primitive wallflower freeze
D AWhen the jellyfaced women all sneeze
D A E7Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze, I can't find my knees"
A D E7 AOh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
D A E7 A D ABut these visions of Johanna they make it all seem so cruel.
A D E7 AThe peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin' "Name me someone that's not a parasite
D E7 Aand I'll go out and say a prayer for him." But like Louise
Ealways says, "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" As she, herself, pre
A-pares for him
D AAnd Madonna, she still has not showed
D DWe see this empty cage now corrode
D AWhere her cape of the stage once had flowed
D AThe fiddler, he now steps to the road
D AHe writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
D A E7On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes
A D E AThe harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
D A E7 AAnd these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
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