I ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet.
We sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it.
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough.
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off,
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.
In the empty lot where the ladies play blind man's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the 'D' train.
We can hear the night watchman click his flash light
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane.
Louise, she's all right, she's just to near.
The silk and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear.
That Johanna's not here.
The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face.
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place?
Little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously.
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up.
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall.
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www.xmusic.io 音乐网Oh! How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn.
Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while.
But Mona Lisa must had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles.
See the primitive wall flower freeze.
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustaches say, 'Jesus
I can't find my knees
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna,
They make it all seem so cruel.
The fill out all place for that accountant She's pretending to care for him.
He says "name's for someone"
That's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him.
But like Louise says
'You can't look at much, can you man?'
As she, herself, prepares for him
Madonna, she still has not showed.
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed.
The fiddler, he steps to the road.
Every things is gone which was old
He exam them the lighten gal is gold.
Still egg nun that fish truck that loads.
My conscience explodes.
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
