Mrs. Potter's Lullaby
Well I woke up in mid-afternoon cause that’s when it all hurts the mostI dream I never know anyone at the party and I’m always the hostIf dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghostsYou can never escape, you can only move south down the coast
Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fameI am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flameIf you’ve never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shameAnd though I’ll never forget your face, sometimes I can’t remember my name
Hey Mrs. Potter don’t cryHey Mrs. Potter I know why butHey Mrs. Potter won’t you talk to me
Well, there’s a piece of Maria in every song that I singAnd the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it bringsAnd there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ringAnd the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything
Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you saidAnd the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your headAnd the ferris wheel junkies will spin them forever insteadWhen I see you a blanket of stars covers me in my bed
Hey Mrs. Potter don’t goHey Mrs. Potter I don’t know butHey Mrs. Potter won’t you talk to me
All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleepAnd the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keepAll the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deepHey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep
So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beamsIt’s just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet streamWell, I know I don’t know you and you’re probably not what you seemBut I’d sure like to find outSo why don’t you climb down off that movie screen
Hey Mrs. Potter don’t turnHey Mrs. Potter I burn for youHey Mrs. Potter won’t you talk to me
When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floorand orders anotherWell, I wonder what he did that forThat’s when I know that I have to get out cause I have been there beforeSo I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door
We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of starsWe stand up at the Palace like it’s the last of the great Pioneertown barsWe shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitarsYou can see a million miles tonightBut you can’t get very far
Hey Mrs. Potter I won’t touch andHey Mrs. Potter it’s not much butHey Mrs. Potter won’t you talk to me