Japanese John, his slight face fur. Still just as confused still just as sure. He's still just as charming, points out the view. As he hands your wage to you.
I'm writing this to you in reverse. Someone better call a hearse. I can see it all from here. From just a few glimpses. Now that lightbulb's gone off.
I know you must hold secrets. Such a long way from home. You're a lost letter needs delivery. Someday you'll be where you should go. Someday you won't be so alone.