Khe Sanh – Cold Chisel

I left my heart to the sappers round Khe
Sanh
And my soul was sold with my
cigarettes to the blackmarket 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-dayheroes in 1973
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but 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, paypacket lean
And the telex writers clattered where the
gunships once had been
But the car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and
novacaine
So I worked across the country 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 nightlife nearly drove me round
the bend
And I've travelled round the world from
year to year
And each one found me aimless, one
more year the more for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia
But the answer 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
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 goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurry
And the last plane out of Sydney's
almost gone