I found the perfect picture, of a perfect stranger.

It looked as if, it were taken in the forties sometime,

Judging by the style.



He could be a killer or a blind man with a cane,

Perhaps he died in a car crash, years ago.

Right now, it's impossible to tell.



I almost thought I saw him, standing, whistling on a bridge.

I asked him the time, but when he turned around,

I saw it wasn't him at all.



I'm still searching.

I'm still searching.



I saw him in an airport, while he was sitting on a wing.

And I waved to him, but I don't think he noticed me.

I've got a funny feeling I know who he is.



Mr. X (Repeat 14 times and fade)