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