I remember my dreams as a ten year old, but what would I dream of today if I were again ten years old? Probably the same things, but the car would be imported.

I was a boy of nine or ten
In school I was a dreamer
I dreamed of being older when
I’d drive a bright red Beemer
Fast to the end of Dexter Street
And honk the horn so loudly
And laughing she’d run out to greet
The one she loved so proudly
But dreams of angels in the mind
Are often of the misty kind
And later we all surely find
Red Beemers are as well
Yet still I think of that sweet girl
And always will or so it seems
Forever mine in that sweet world
Of pretty girls and Beemer dreams