I left my heart
To the sappers round Khe Sanh
And the 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 nineteen seventhy-three
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 gunships once had been
Car parks make 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
Oh but the nightlife
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 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
Yes I am
Well the last plane out
Of Sydney's almost gone
And 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
And the last plane out
Of Sydney's almost gone
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