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]