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-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   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   But I'm drifting north, to check things out again      You know 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   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