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
Mr. X
Mr. X
Mr. X
Mr. X
Mr. X
Mr. X
Mr. X
Mr. X
Mr. X
Mr. X
Mr. X
Mr. X
Mr. X