[00:00.000] 作曲 : B. Dylan[00:12.793]Ain't it just like the night to play Tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet[00:23.416]We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it[00:33.708]And Louise holds hand ful of rain[00:37.724]Temptin' you to defy it[00:41.176][00:44.049]Lights flicker from the opposite loft[00:49.893]In this room the heat pipes just cough[00:55.055]The country music station plays soft[00:58.310]But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off[01:03.478][01:04.500]Just Louise[01:07.692]And her lover so entwined[01:15.236]And these visions of Johanna[01:20.521]That conquer my mind[01:24.493][01:35.798]In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain[01:46.486]And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the D train[01:56.621]We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight[02:01.062]Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane[02:03.793][02:07.402]Louise, she's all right, she's just near[02:12.832]She's delicate and seems like the mirror[02:17.689]But she makes it all to concise and clear[02:21.412]That Johanna's not here[02:24.379][02:27.568]The ghost of 'lectricity[02:31.255]Howls in the bones of her face[02:38.191]Where these visions of Johanna[02:43.163]Have now taken my place[02:47.460][02:58.694]Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously[03:09.283]He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously[03:19.251]And when bringing her name up[03:22.237]He speaks of a farewell kiss to me[03:26.793][03:29.453]He's sure got a lotta gall[03:35.228]To be so useless and all[03:40.263]Muttering small talk at the wall[03:44.109]While i'm in the hall[03:46.144][03:49.612]Oh, how can i explain[03:53.339]It's so hard to get on[04:00.146]And these visions of Johanna[04:05.340]They kept me up past the dawn[04:09.845][04:20.361]Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial[04:31.182]Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while[04:41.007]But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues[04:44.828]You can tell by the way she smiles[04:48.378][04:51.629]See the primitive wallflower freeze[04:56.700]When the jelly-faced women all sneeze[05:01.461]Hear the one with the mustache say, jeeze, I can't find my knees.'[05:08.121][05:12.103]Both jewels and binoculars[05:15.215]Hang from the head of the mule[05:21.923]But these visions of Johanna[05:26.948]they make it all seem so cruel[05:31.618][05:42.295]The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him[05:52.563]Sayin', ‘name me someone that's not a parasite,and I'll go out and say a prayer for him’[06:02.508]But like Louise always says[06:05.274]You can't look at much, can you man’as she, herself, prepares for him“[06:09.804][06:12.675]My Madonna[06:14.439]She still has not showed[06:17.821]We see this empty cage now corrode[06:22.984]Where her cape of the stage once had flowed[06:26.895][06:28.373]The fiddler[06:29.646]He now steps to the road[06:32.873]He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed[06:37.950]On the back of the fish truck that loads[06:41.810][06:42.216]While my conscience explodes[06:47.701]The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain[06:58.042]And these visions of Johanna[07:03.105]Are now all that remain[07:06.789]