Counting Crows - Mrs. Potter's Lullaby lyrics

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 walking a tightrope

of fortune and fame

I am an acrobat swinging trapezes

through circles of flame

If you’ve never stared off in 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 the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl

will linger inside of your head

And the ferris wheel junkies

will spin them forever instead

When I see you a blanket of stars

covers me in bed

Hey Mrs. Potter don’t go

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

So I throw my hand into the air

and it swims in the beams

It’s just a brief interruption

of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream

Well, I know I don’t know you

and you’re probably not what you seem

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

We drove out to the desert

just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars

We stand up at the Palace like

it’s the last of the great Pioneertown bars

We shout out these songs

against the clang of electric guitars

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