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[Intro]A D E7 A[Verse]A D E7 AAin't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?D E7 AWe sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny itE E7 AAnd Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy itD ALights flicker from the opposite loft,D Ain this room the heat pipes just cough,D Athe country music station plays soft,E7but there's nothing, really nothing to turn offA D E7 AJust Louise and her lover so entwined,D A E7 A D E7 Aand these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.[Verse]A D E7 AIn the empty lot where the ladies play blind man's bluff with the key chainD E7 AAnd the all night girls, they whisper of escapades out on the "D" trainEWe can hear the night watchman click his flashlight,Aask himself if it's him or them that's really insaneD ALouise, she's all right, she's just nearD AShe's delicate and seems like the mirrorD ABut she just makes it all too concise and too clear,E7that Johanna's not hereA D E7 AThe ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face,D A E7 A D E7 Awhere these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.[Verse]A D E7 ANow, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriouslyD E7 AHe brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerouslyE AAnd when bringing her name up he speaks of a farewell kiss to meD AHe's sure got a lotta gall,D Ato be so useless and all,D Amuttering small talk at the wall,E7while I'm in the hallA D E7 AOh, how can I explain, it's so hard to get on?D A E7 A D E7 AAnd these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn.[Verse]A D E7 AInside the museums, infinity goes up on trialD E7 AVoices echo this is what salvation must be like after a whileE ABut Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues, you can tell by the way she smilesD ASee the primitive wallflower freeze,D Awhen the jelly faced women all sneeze,D A E7hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze, I can't find my knees"A D E7 AOh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the muleD A E7 A D E7 ABut these visions of Johanna they make it all seem so cruel.[Verse]A D E7 AThe peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for himASaying' "Name me someone that's not a parasite,D E7 Aand I'll go out and say a prayer for him." But like LouiseEalways says, "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" as she, herself,Aprepares for himD AAnd Madonna, she still has not showedD AWe see this empty cage now corrodeD AWhere her cape of the stage once had flowedD AThe fiddler, he now steps to the road,D Ahe writes everything s been returned which was owed,D A E7on the back of the fish truck that loads while my conscience explodesA D E AThe harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain,D A E7 Aand these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.[Outro]D E7 A