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)