He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
When the jelly faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
Tempting you to defy it
Now, little boy lost
You can tell by the way she smiles
Muttering small talk at the wall
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
The country music station plays soft
Oh, jewels and binoculars
He takes himself so seriously
He likes to live dangerously
He brags of his misery
Oh, how can I explain?
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
Though we're all doin' our best to deny it
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
That Johanna's not here
The harmonicas play
Voices echo, 'This is what
See the primitive wallflower freeze
Blindman's bluff with the keychain
And Louise holds a handful of rain
Howls in the bones of her face
And when bringing her name up
And these visions of Johanna
They kept me up past the dawn
"You can't look at much, can you man?"
Ask himself if it's him or them
They make it all seem so cruel
We can hear the night watchman
Salvation must be like after a while'
Inside the museums
It's so hard to get on
To be so useless and all
And Madonna, she still has not showed
As she, herself, prepares for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite
While I'm in the hall
But like Louise always says
In this room the heat pipes just cough
And these visions of Johanna
And I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
The skeleton keys and the rain
Click his flashlight
He writes every thing's been returned which was owed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
Where these visions of Johanna
And the all night girls they whisper of
Who's pretending to care for him
Hang from the head of the mule
And these visions of Johanna
Escapades out on the "D" train
The ghost of electricity
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
He's sure got a lotta gall
But these visions of Johanna
In the empty lot where the ladies play
Infinity goes up on trial
Have now taken my place
On the back of the fish truck that loads
We see this empty cage now corrode
Just Louise and her lover
The peddler now speaks to the countess
"Jeeze, I can't find my knees"
So entwined
We sit here stranded
While my conscience explodes
That conquer my mind
It's insane
