Visions of Johanna

But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
Infinity goes up on trial
Inside the museums

The skeleton keys and the rain
He's sure got a lotta gall
Oh, jewels and binoculars
Escapades out on the "D" train
Just Louise and her lover
We see this empty cage now corrode
Have now taken my place
Tempting you to defy it
And Louise holds a handful of rain
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
The peddler now speaks to the countess

And I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
He writes every thing's been returned which was owed
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
That conquer my mind
"You can't look at much, can you man?"
It's insane
And these visions of Johanna
Who's pretending to care for him
They make it all seem so cruel
To be so useless and all

We sit here stranded

As she, herself, prepares for him
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
We can hear the night watchman
And Madonna, she still has not showed
That Johanna's not here
He likes to live dangerously
Click his flashlight
Where these visions of Johanna
Ask himself if it's him or them

And these visions of Johanna
See the primitive wallflower freeze
He brags of his misery

In this room the heat pipes just cough

You can tell by the way she smiles
They kept me up past the dawn
The harmonicas play
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
And these visions of Johanna
Salvation must be like after a while'
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
Now, little boy lost

She's delicate and seems like the mirror

While I'm in the hall
While my conscience explodes
In the empty lot where the ladies play
The ghost of electricity
"Jeeze, I can't find my knees"
Blindman's bluff with the keychain

He takes himself so seriously
Howls in the bones of her face
Oh, how can I explain?
Hang from the head of the mule
When the jelly faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say
It's so hard to get on
Voices echo, 'This is what
And when bringing her name up
The country music station plays soft
But like Louise always says
So entwined
Muttering small talk at the wall
On the back of the fish truck that loads
But these visions of Johanna

And the all night girls they whisper of
Though we're all doin' our best to deny it