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 walking a tightrope
of fortune and fame I am an acrobat swinging
trapezes through circles of flame If you've never
stared off into 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 Oh and the
ghosts of the tilt-o-whirl will linger inside of
your head Oh and 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
Well all the blue light reflections that color my
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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 So I throw my hand into the air and
it swims in the beams It's just a brief
interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet
stream Well I know I don't know you and you're
probably not what you seem Aw, 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 Aw, we shout
out these songs against the clang of electric
guitars Well, you can see a million miles tonight
But you can't get very far Aw, 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
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