Part tribute to Fred Rogers (a true American hero), but mostly a song about growing up. Something I'm fighting to this day...
It's a beautiful day in your neighborhood, always been that way for a neighbor Would you be mine? could you be mine? And I'm sure you don't have much time, but heroes are so hard to find Would you be mine? could you be mine?
'Cause I believed every word you said, Mister Rogers, or can I call you Fred?
Well the older I get, man, the less I believe In all those wonderful things I used to see with those young eyes, What could've happened? So am I just growing up, or is something else wrong? Is the land of make believe all gone? Old King Friday, just looks like a puppet, still
Can you say jaded? or misunderstood? can you say hatred? Sure, I knew you could, I knew you could
'Cause I believed every word you said, Mister Rogers, or can I call you Fred? Mister Rogers, I could use a friend Mister Rogers, have we reached the end?