Lyrics:

Well I woke 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 in 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 the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside your head

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

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



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

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



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

We shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars

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

Hey Mrs. Potter it's not much but

Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me