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 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
     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 you talk to me
     (3X)