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   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.      Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial   Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while   But mona lisa musta had the highway blues   You can tell by the way she smiles   See the primitive wallflower freeze   When the jelly-faced women all sneeze   Hear the one with the mustache say, "jeeze   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 who's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"   But like louise always says   "ya can't look at much, can ya man ? "   As she, herself, prepares for him   And madonna, she still hasn't showed   We see the empty cage now corrode   Where her cape of the stage once had flowed   The fiddler, he now steps on the road   He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed   On the back of the fish trucks that load   While my conscience explodes   The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain   And these visions of johanna are now all that remain.