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 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 ...