Last night I dreamt that I
could drive 59 miles and
maybe see Fred Rogers,
who would smile on me
and tell me how I could make things better.

I'd say, Hi Fred, and,
Am I glad to stand with you
and shake your hand. How about this weather?
And can you explain how to change,
how to make things better,
make things go?

I'd say Hi Fred,
I won't stay long.
I'm missing the sun,
everyone from your generation.
And you know I hate to drive-
maybe I'd see you at the station, (West Newton), here I go.