Counting Crows Follow

well i woke up in mid afternoon cuz that's when it all hurts the most
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
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
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
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
oh and the ghost of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your head
and the ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead
when i see you, a blanket of stars covers me in my 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 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 to the air and it swims in the bees
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
oh 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 cuz i've 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 moat of stars
we stand up in the palace like it's the last of the great pioneer town 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 (x2)

hey mrs. potter i won't touch
hey mrs. potter it's not much
hey mrs. potter won't you talk to me? (x3)