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 (Repeat 14 times and fade)