STILL IN SAIGON
Got on a plane in Frisco and got off in Viet Nam,
I walked into a different world
The past forever gone.
I could have gone to Canada or I could have stayed in school,
But I was brought up differently
I couldn't break the rules.
Thirteen months and fifteen days
The last ones were the worst,
One minute I'd kneel down and pray
The next I'd stand and curse.
No place to run to where I did not feel that war,
When I got home... I stayed alone... and checked behind each door...
Cause I'm still in Saigon. Still in Saigon. I am still in Saigon... In my mind.
The ground at home was covered with snow
And I was covered with sweat,
My younger brother calls me a killer
And my daddy calls me a vet.
Everybody says I'm someone else
That I'm sick and there's no cure,
Damned if I know who I am
There was only one place I was sure...
When I was still in Saigon. Still in Saigon. I am still in Saigon... In my mind.
Every summer when it rains
I smell the jungle
I hear the planes,
Can't tell no one,
I feel ashamed,
Afraid some day I'll GO INSANE.
That's been many long years ago
And time has gone on by,
But now and then I catch myself
Eyes searching through the sky.
All the sounds of long ago will be forever in my head,
Mingled with the wounded's cries and the silence of the dead,
Cause...
I'm still in Saigon. Still in Saigon. I am still in Saigon... In my mind.