With apologies to The Motors, 1978
We’ve been waiting nine minutes for this train.
We’ve been waiting all year for this moment.
Destination Airport.
“Airport!” you sing to me.
“Ooh-ooh!” I sing back.
Once I thought we were the only ones who did this.
And then we heard another couple sing.
“Airport!” she sang to him.
“Ooh-ooh!” he sang back.
You and I looked at each other, and smiled.
It’s dark, wet and 7am.
Everyone is wearing the face they go to work in.
Ours have gone for the next two weeks.
We’re the only passengers with a smiling face.
Flying away, flying away.
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