Cold Chisel - Khe Sanh Lyrics
I left my heart to the sappers round Khe SanhAnd my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket manI've had the Vietnam cold turkeyFrom the ocean to the Silver CityAnd it's only other vets could understandAbout the long forgotten dockside guaranteesHow there were no V-day heroes in 1973How we sailed into Sydney HarbourSaw an old friend but couldn't kiss herShe was lined, and I was home to the lucky landAnd she was like so many more from that time onTheir lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen oneAnd their legs were often openBut their minds were always closedAnd their hearts were held in fast suburban chainsAnd the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket leanAnd the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had beenBut the car parks made me jumpyAnd I never stopped the dreamsOr the growing need for speed and novacaineSo I worked across the country from end to endTried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life could mendHeld a job on an oil-rigFlying choppers when I couldBut the nightlife nearly drove me round the bendAnd I've travelled round the world from year to yearAnd each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wearAnd I've been back to South East AsiaBut the answer sure ain't thereBut I'm drifting north, to check things out againYou know the last plane out of Sydney's almost goneOnly seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Hong KongThere ain't nothing like the kissesFrom a jaded Chinese princessI'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all night longWell the last plane out of Sydney's almost goneYeah the last plane out of Sydney's almost goneAnd it's really got me worriedI'm goin' nowhere and I'm in a hurryAnd the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
