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 living 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 all began
Now I just sit there at the 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 records on the stereo
Talk to you through TV shows and 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 the face and says, 'Hey, are you the band?
I feel the pressure, something mean
Everybody says that we are living a dream
Yes, that's what it's got to be
Oh I wish that I could be your fan again
Oh I wish that I could be your fan again
