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 the runway.   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 the runway.   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.