[Verse 1]
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

[Refrain 1]
But all the kids in the factory say
My letter from Hiro came too late

[Verse 2]
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

[Refrain 1]
But all the kids in the factory say
My letter from Hiro came too late

[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
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

[Refrain 2]
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

[Outro]
Too late, too late
Too late, too late
Too late, too late
Too late, too late