I go to airports
and wait by the gate for arriving flights.
I go to airports
to watch the lovers reunite.
I go to airports.
In every city they're the same.
The lonely airports,
echoing with all the shouted names
of loves who've been caught sight of,
returned from miles away,
from tiny lights
receding into the night
at the end of [bad word] 
I go to airports.
they blur together nowadays:
one single airport,
a winding, interminable maze.

I go to airports
to be near strangers' hopes and aches.
I go to airports
to remember all of the mistakes
we made, the plans we laid,
and how they went astray.
'til you were lights,
receding into the night
at the end of [bad word] 
Fluorescent lights hum overhead.
"Sometime soon, we'll meet again."
you'd said.
The dull air in the waiting halls these nights
- it's almost the same as then,
but in the end, not quite.

I go to airports
and wait by the gate for arriving flights.
I go to airports
to watch the lovers reunite.