Visions of Johanna (Live at the Delta Center, Salt Lake City, Utah, February 21, 1995) The Grateful Dead
[Verse 1]
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 doing our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
The country music station plays soft
Nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
These visions of Johanna conquer my mind
[Verse 2]
Empty lot where the ladies play
Blindman's bluff with the keychain
The all-night girls, they whisper out on the "D" train
We can hear thе night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them, it's insane
Louisе, she's alright, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
She 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 taken my place
[Verse 3]
Little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
When bringing her name up he speaks of her farewell kiss to me
He's 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, kept me up past the dawn
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 doing our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
The country music station plays soft
Nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
These visions of Johanna conquer my mind
[Verse 2]
Empty lot where the ladies play
Blindman's bluff with the keychain
The all-night girls, they whisper out on the "D" train
We can hear thе night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them, it's insane
Louisе, she's alright, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
She 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 taken my place
[Verse 3]
Little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
When bringing her name up he speaks of her farewell kiss to me
He's 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, kept me up past the dawn
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