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-day heroes in
nineteen-seventy-three
How we sailed into
Sydney Harbour
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,
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
from end to end
Tried to find a place
to settle down,
where my mixed up
life could mend
I 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
worse 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
Oh well the last
plane out of Sydney's
almost gone
In 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
You know 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
You know the last
plane out of Sydney's
almost gone
Oh well the last plane
out of Sydney's
almost gone
You know the last
plane out of Sydney's
almost gone
Yeah it's really
got me worried
I'm goin' nowhere
and I'm in a hurry
You know the last
plane out of Sydney's
almost gone