Letter From Hiro

I think it was Thursday, I think it was late

1938

Got a letter from Hiro, but it left out the date

He said he was waiting for an outbreak

Took a look in the mirror, should have been me

But there was nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing to see

Pulled a thought from the curtains, and I went downstairs

It was utterly futile, so I combed my hair

But all the kids in the factory say

My letter from Hiro came too late

Communication leaves me out of touch

The sense means nothing, well, nothing much

Like the sign on the door, too hard to see, too soft to touch

The age of reason is out to lunch

But all the kids in the factory say

My letter from Hiro came too late

5 o'clock in the morning, sun rising in my hand

And I'm not quite sure if I'm just insecure

Or if the problem is simply that I really don't understand

'Bout the guns and the crossfire, and the social disease

And when the sun was rising somewhere in the east

And when a flag meant more to Hiro than to me

But all the kids in the factory say

My letter from Hiro came too late

All the kids in the factory say

My letter from Hiro came too late

Too late, too late

Too late, too late

Too late, too late

Too late, too late