I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes, to the black-market man
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the silver city
And it's only other vets could understand
About the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-day heroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney harbor
Saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her
She was lined and I was home to the lucky land
And she was like so many more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their legs were often open
But their minds were always closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, pay packets lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gun ships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novocaine
So I worked across the country from end to end
Tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
Held a job on an oil rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the night life nearly drove me round the bend
And I've traveled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the worst for wear
And I've been back to North East Asia
But the answers sure ain't there
But I'm drifting north to check things out again
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Only seven flying hours and I'll be landing in Hong Kong
There ain't nothing like the kisses
From a jaded Chinese princess
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night long
(chorus)
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Yeah the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm going nowhere and I'm in a hurry
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Chorus repeat !!!!!
Writer(s): Donald Walker
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