Your Fan

Oh, I wish that I could be your fan again

I'm a sweet and free mystery

When, man, you were the band

I see you, TV, magazine

Everybody says that you live in a dream

Oh, I wish that I could be your fan again

I remember camping out all night, waiting for you at the stadium

And before the front row, every show, at the club where it began

Now I just sit there at a screen

I don't wanna love a boy in a machine

Oh, I wish that I could be your fan again

People always up and go

I just wanna listen slow to records on the stereo

Talk to you through TV shows in a modern town that does not close

Now I'm up here watching a roadie strap the stage and pack the van

And a girl comes up to me, smile on her face and says

Hey, are you the band?

I feel the pressure, something mean

Everybody says that we're living the dream

Guess it's what it's got to be

But I wish that I could be your fan again

Oh, I wish that I could be your fan again