Mrs. Potters Lullaby

One, two, one, two, three, four

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 walkin'

A tightrope of fortune and fame

I am an acrobat swingin' trapezes

Through circles of flame

If you've never stared off in to 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 when the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl

Will linger inside of your head

And when 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

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

And so, I throw my hand into the air

And it swims in the beams

It's just a brief interruption

Of the swirlin' dust sparkle, jet stream

Well, I know I don't know you

And you're probably not what you seem

Oh, 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

Oh 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

Oh, 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