Mr. X

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