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 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 of your head
  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
  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 at the Palace like it's the last of the great Pioneertown 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
  
  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