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