Letter From Hiro

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