A D Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you'reE7 A tryin' to be so quiet?D E7 A We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny itE E7 A And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy itD A Lights flicker from the opposite loftD A In this room the heat pipes just coughD The country music station plays softA E7 But there's nothing, really nothing to turn offA D E7 A Just Louise and her lover so entwinedD A/C# E7 A And these visions of Johanna that conquer 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 cruelD E7 A The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasiteD E7 A and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"E But like Louise always saysE7 "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"A As she, herself, prpares for himD A And Madonna, she still has not showedD A We see this empty cage now corrodeD A Where her cape of the stage once had flowedD A The fiddler,he now steps to theroadD A He writes ev'rything's been returned which wasowedD On the back of the fish truck that loadsA E7 While my conscience explodesA D E A The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rainD A/C# E7 A And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain