I left my heart to the sappers round khe sanh
and my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
iand've had the vietnam cold turkey
from the ocean to the silver city
and itand'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 couldnand'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 iand've travelled round the world from year to year
and each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
and iand've been back to south east asia
but the answer sure ainand't there
but iand'm drifting north, to check things out again
You know the last plane out of sydneyand's almost gone
only seven flying hours, and iand'll be landing in hong kong
there ainand't nothing like the kisses
from a jaded chinese princess
iand'm gonna hit some hong kong mattress all night long
Well the last plane out of sydneyand's almost gone
yeah the last plane out of sydneyand's almost gone
and itand's really got me worried
iand'm goinand' nowhere and iand'm in a hurry
and the last plane out of sydneyand's almost gone
