Well I woke up in cause that's when it all hurts the most I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the If dreams are like movies, then memories are about ghosts You can never escape, you can move south down the coast
Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of and fame I am an swinging trapezes through circles of flame If you've never stared off into the distance then your life is a And though I'll never your face, Sometimes I remember my name
Hey Mrs. don't cry Hey Mrs. Potter I why but Hey Mrs. won't you talk to me
Well, there's a piece of Maria in song that I sing And the price of a memory is the of the sorrow it brings And there is one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring And the last one out of the circus has to up everything
Or the will get out and forget to remember what you said And the of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your head And the Ferris wheel junkies will spin forever instead When I see you a of stars covers me in bed
Hey Mrs. don't go I said hey Mrs. I don't know but Hey Mrs. won't you talk to me
All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I And the lovesick rejections accompany the company I keep All the razor perceptions cut just a little too deep Hey I can bleed as as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep
So I my hand into the air and it swims in the beams It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust jet stream Well, I know I don't know you and you're probably not you seem Aw, but I'd sure like to out So why don't you climb down off that movie
Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't Hey, Mrs. Potter, I for you Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you to me
When the last king of Hollywood shatters his on the floor And orders another. well, I wonder he did that for That's when I know that I to get out cause I have been before So I gave up my seat at the bar and I for the door. Yeah. We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this of stars We up in the Palace, Like it's the last of the pioneer town bars Aw, we out these songs against the clang of electric guitars Well, you can see a miles tonight But you can't get far Aw, you can see a million tonight But you can't get far
Hey, Mrs. Potter, I won't and Hey, Mrs. Potter, not much but Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you to me Hey, Mrs. Potter, you talk to me Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you to me