Visions of Johanna (Live at the Royal Albert Hall)

Ain't it just like the night To play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it The 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 keychain And the all-night girls, they whisper of escapades out on the D-train We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight And ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane Louise, she's alright, she's just near She's delicate, she seems like the mirror But she just makes it all too concise and too clear 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 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 farewell kiss to me He sure got a lot of 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 Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smile See the primitive wallflower freeze When all jelly-faced women sneeze Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez. I can't find my knees" Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him" Like Louise always says, "You can't look at much, can you, man?" As she, herself, prepares for him And Madonna still has not showed We see this empty cage now corrode Where her cape of the stage once had flowed The fiddler, he now steps to the road He writes everything's been returned which once was owed On the back of the fish truck that loads, while my conscience explodes The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain Thank you