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       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    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?       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 of your head    Oh, and the ferris wheel junkies   Will spin them 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       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       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?    Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me?    Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me?