One, two, one, two, three, four
Well, I woke up in mid-afternoon
'Cause that's when it all hurts the most
I dream, I never know anyone at the party
And I'm always the host
If dreams are like movies
Then memories are films about ghosts
You can never escape
You can only move south, down the coast
Well, I am an idiot walkin'
A tightrope of fortune and fame
I am an acrobat swingin' trapezes
Through circles of flame
If you've never stared off in to the distance
Then your life is a shame
And though I'll never forget your face
Sometimes, I can't remember my name
Hey, Mrs. Potter don't cry
Hey, Mrs. Potter I know why but
Hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
Well, there's a piece of Maria
In every song that I sing
And the price of a memory
Is the memory of the sorrow it brings
And there is always one last light
To turn out and one last bell to ring
And the last one out of the circus
Has to lock up everything
Or the elephants will get out
And forget to remember what you said
And when the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl
Will linger inside of your head
And when the Ferris wheel junkies
Will spin there forever instead
When I see you, a blanket of stars
Covers me in my bed
Hey, Mrs. Potter don't go
I said,"Hey Mrs. Potter I don't know"
But, hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
All the blue light reflections
That color my mind when I sleep
And the lovesick rejections
That accompany the company I keep
All the razor perceptions
That cut just a little too deep
Hey, I can bleed as well as anyone
But I need someone to help me sleep
And so, I throw my hand into the air
And it swims in the beams
It's just a brief interruption
Of the swirlin' dust sparkle, jet stream
Well, I know I don't know you
And you're probably not what you seem
Oh, but I'd sure like to find out
So why don't you climb down off that movie screen
Hey, Mrs. Potter don't turn
Hey, Mrs. Potter I burn for you
Hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
When the last king of Hollywood
Shatters his glass on the floor and orders another
Well, I wonder what he did that for
That's when I know that I have to get out
'Cause I have been there before
So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door, yeah
We drove out to the desert
Just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
We stand up in the palace
Like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars
Oh we shout out these songs against
The clang of electric guitars
Yeah, you can see a million miles tonight
But you can't get very far
Oh, you can see a million miles tonight
But you can't get very far
Hey, Mrs. Potter I won't touch and
Hey, Mrs. Potter it's not much but
Hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
Hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
Hey, Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me