A fan.

The Gafiated Fan

Lyrics & Music: Maureen S. O'Brien
Insp: something John Leonard said on CBS Sunday Morning

When I was full of wonder,
I used to dream of stars
Of moonwalks in the morning
And rosy days on Mars.
But I sold my soul to this world
When I came to be a man,
And Lord, there's nothing sadder
Than 'I used to be a fan.'

I walk on solid earth now
Or worlds inside men's heads.
But still the stars can touch me,
Like hands of lovers dead.
Hands as cold as vacuum
Whose memory thrills a man --
And Lord, there's nothing sadder
Than 'I used to be a fan.'

But no stars were extinguished.
It's not the dreams that died.
It's part of me -- the dreamer --
Who's frozen deep inside.
Can I still wake that dreamer?
Do I want to, if I can?
Oh, Lord, there's nothing sadder
Than 'I used to be a fan.'

So, what do you think? Mail me at mobrien@dnaco.net You are permitted to copy this for personal, non-commercial purposes. If you want to do anything else, mail me and we'll deal.