Well I woke up in mid-afternoon that's when it all hurts the most I dream I never know anyone at the and I'm always the host If dreams are movies, then memories are films about ghosts You can never escape, you can only move 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 is a shame And though never forget your face, Sometimes I can't my name
Hey Mrs. Potter cry Hey Mrs. Potter I why but Hey Mrs. Potter you talk to me
Well, there's a piece of Maria in every song that I And the price of a is the memory of the sorrow it brings And there is always one last light to turn out and one last to ring And the last one out of the circus has to lock up
Or the elephants will get out and forget to what you said And the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of head And the Ferris wheel junkies spin them forever instead When I see you a blanket of stars me in bed
Hey Mrs. don't go I said hey Mrs. Potter I don't but Hey Mrs. won't you talk to me
All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I And the lovesick that accompany the company I keep All the razor perceptions cut just a little too deep Hey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I someone to help me sleep
So I throw my hand the air and it swims in the beams It's just a interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream Well, I I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem Aw, but I'd sure to find out So why you climb down off that movie screen
Hey, Mrs. Potter, turn Hey, Mrs. Potter, I for you Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you to me
the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor And orders another. well, I what he did that for That's when I know I have to get out cause I have there before So I up my seat at the bar and I head for the door. Yeah. We drove out to the desert just to lie down this bowl of stars We up in the Palace, Like it's the last of the pioneer town bars Aw, we shout out these against the clang of electric guitars Well, you can see a million miles But you get very far Aw, you can see a miles tonight But you can't get far
Hey, Mrs. Potter, I won't and Hey, Mrs. Potter, it's not but Hey, Mrs. Potter, you talk to me Hey, Mrs. Potter, you talk to me Hey, Mrs. Potter, you talk to me