Counting Crows Mrs. Potter's Lullaby

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

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 into the distance,

Then your life is a shame

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?

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

Oh, and the ferris wheel junkies

Will spin them forever instead

When I see you a blanket of stars,

Covers me in my bed

Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't go

I said,

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

Aw, 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 in the Palace

Like it's the last of the great pioneer town bars

Aw, we shout out these songs

Against the clang of electric guitars

Well, you can see a million miles tonight

But you can't get very far

Aw, 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?

Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me?

Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me?