There will always be a couple kissing
at the airport

It's the way with airports,
they are always exactly as we imagine them
Everything in it's supposed place

I sometimes think they must pay them,
those kissing couples,
even the train stations have them now,
or had them first,
I tend to forget which is which.

All places of departing,
and parting is, we know,
such sweet sorrow.
Like the candles in a restaurant,
there must be the right ambiance.

I'd like to know who pays them,
who's running the whole show.
Who signs the checks,
and works out the angles.
I'd like to visit their office,
and pick up an application form.