Visions of Johanna

Where these visions of Johanna

Oh, how can I explain?
To be so useless and all
When the jelly faced women all sneeze
And the all night girls they whisper of
He likes to live dangerously
Salvation must be like after a while'
Oh, jewels and binoculars

He's sure got a lotta gall

Inside the museums

So entwined
And when bringing her name up

The fiddler, he now steps to the road
As she, herself, prepares for him
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed

In the empty lot where the ladies play
Have now taken my place
See the primitive wallflower freeze
On the back of the fish truck that loads
Voices echo, 'This is what
It's insane
Blindman's bluff with the keychain

That conquer my mind
"You can't look at much, can you man?"
Infinity goes up on trial

Escapades out on the "D" train
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite
We see this empty cage now corrode

Ask himself if it's him or them
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
And these visions of Johanna
The country music station plays soft
Just Louise and her lover

And Madonna, she still has not showed
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
And Louise holds a handful of rain
"Jeeze, I can't find my knees"
Now, little boy lost
Though we're all doin' our best to deny it
In this room the heat pipes just cough
We can hear the night watchman

But like Louise always says
But these visions of Johanna
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
And these visions of Johanna
They make it all seem so cruel
That Johanna's not here
And I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
Click his flashlight
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me

He writes every thing's been returned which was owed
He brags of his misery
Tempting you to defy it
While my conscience explodes
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
The peddler now speaks to the countess
Hang from the head of the mule

The ghost of electricity
He takes himself so seriously
They kept me up past the dawn
Hear the one with the mustache say

You can tell by the way she smiles
And these visions of Johanna

Who's pretending to care for him
Muttering small talk at the wall
Howls in the bones of her face
While I'm in the hall
It's so hard to get on
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
The skeleton keys and the rain

The harmonicas play
We sit here stranded