Same Airport, Different Man

Same airport, different man
I’m starting to think
That I don’t know quite who I am
Same airport, different man
He sat in the car park
Waiting for me to land
Same airport, different dress
This one’s blue and it is longer than the rest
Same airport different dress
Last one was short and red
And too tight for my growing chest
Same airport, different life
At sixteen, lost my first love to a one way flight
Same airport, different life
Sat down by the carousel looking old enough
To make a wife now
Same airport, different ride home
Last time I went to my mothers,
This time to my own
Same airport, different ride home
Riding shotgun to my baby, next time
I’ll get the train alone
I’ll get the train alone
I’ll get the train alone
I’ll get the train alone
Same airport, different man
He looks happy
He looks happy
Same airport, different man