I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
My 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-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
I 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
I'm drifting north to check things out again
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
Oh 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
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Oh yeah the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
I'm going nowhere and I'm in a hurry
You know the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
