Mrs. Potters Lullaby

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-a-whirl will linger inside of your head

Oh, and the ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead

And when I see you, a blanket of stars covers me in my bed, yeah

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?

Oh, 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

Oh, 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

Ah, 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

Ah, we shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars

Yeah, you can see a million miles tonight, but you can't get very far

Ah, 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?