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LA RE MI7 LA
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
RE MI7 LA
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
MI LA
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
RE LA
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
RE LA
In this room the heat pipes just cough
RE
The country music station plays soft
LA MI7
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
LA RE MI7 LA
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
RE LA MI7 LA RE LA
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
LA RE MI7 LA
In the empty lot where the ladies play blind man's bluff with the key chain
RE MI7 LA
And the allnight girls, they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
MI
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
LA
Ask himself if it's him or them that's realy insane
RE LA
Louise, she's allright, she's just near
RE LA
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
RE
But she just makes it all too concice and too clear
LA MI7
That Johanna's not here
LA RE MI7 LA
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
RE LA MI7 LA RE LA
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.
LA RE MI7 LA
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
RE MI7 LA
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
MI LA
And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
RE LA
He's sure got a lotta gall
RE LA
to be so useless and all
RE
Muttering small talk at the wall
LA MI7
while I'm in the hall
LA RE MI7 LA
How can I explain? Oh, it's so hard to get on
RE LA MI7 LA RE LA
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn.
LA RE MI7 LA
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
RE MI7 LA
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
MI LA
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles
RE LA
See the primitive wallflower freeze
RE LA
When the jellyfaced women all sneeze
RE LA MI7
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze, I can't find my knees"
LA RE MI7 LA
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
RE LA MI7 LA RE LA
But these visions of Johanna they make it all seem so cruel.
LA RE MI7 LA
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin' "Name me someone that's not a parasite
RE MI7 LA
and I'll go out and say a prayer for him." But like Louise
MI
always says, "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" As she, herself, pre
LA
-pares for him
RE LA
And Madonna, she still has not showed
RE RE
We see this empty cage now corrode
RE LA
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
RE LA
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
RE LA
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
RE LA MI7
On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes
LA RE MI LA
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
RE LA MI7 LA
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
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