| G | |
| Aint it | just like the night to play |
| C | D | G | G/C | G | |
| Tricks when you're tr | ying to be so q | uiet |
| G | C | D | G | G/C | G | |
| We s | it here stranded, all d | oing our b | est to den | y it |
| D | G | |
| And Lo | uise holds a handful of rain tempting you to d | efy it |
| C | G | |
| Lights f | licker from the opposite l | oft |
| C | G | |
| In t | his room the heatpipes just co | ughed |
| C | |
| The c | ountry music station plays soft, |
| D | |
| But there's nothing, really nothing to turn o | ff |
| G | C | D | G | G/C | G | |
| Just Lou | ise, and her lov | er so | entwi | ned |
| C | G | D | G | |
| And these Vi | sions of Joh | anna, that co | nquer my m | ind |
| In the empty lot where the ladies play Blind Mans Bluff with the keychain |
| & the Allnite girls they whisper of escapades out on the D-Train |
| Where you can hear the nightwatchman click his flashlight |
| Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane |
| Louise, she's alright she's just near |
| She's delicate, 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 |
| And these Visions of Johanna have taken my place |
| Now 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 |
| How can I explain, 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've had the highway blues |
| You can tell by the way she smiles |
| See the primitive wallflower frieze |
| When the jelly-faced women all sneeze |
| Hear the one with the moustache say |
| Jeez, I can't find my knees! |
| Oh jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule |
| And these Visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel |
| The pedlar now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him |
| Saying 'name me someone who's not a parasite, |
| and I'll go out and say a prayer for him' |
| But like Louise always says 'you can't look at much, can you man' |
| as she herself prepares for him |
| And Madonna she still has not showed |
| We see this empty cage now corrode |
| Where her cape of the stage once had flowed |
| The fiddler now steps into the road |
| He writes 'everythings been returned which was owed' |
| On the back of the fishtruck that loads |
| While my conscience explodes |
| The harmonicas play the skeleton keys in the rain |
| And these Visions of Johanna are now all that remain |
This song is from PJ's Guitar Chords & Lyrics site |