He is the man without past,
Oh yes, he lives without past,

He easly turns and goes away,
He doesn"t know what"s "yesterday"...

You"ll never find his photograph,
I so seldom saw him laugh...

He"s eyes so deep, his name is James,
For him it"s sound without sense...

He lives just here and just now,
And I can"t answer why and how...

He"s just the man without past,
Oh yes, he lives without past...