Got

on

a

plane

in

Fris-

co

and

got

off

in

Vi-

et-

na-

m

I

stepped

in-

to

a

diffe-

rent

world

the

past

for-

ev-

er

go-

ne

I

could

have

gone

to

Can-

a-

da

or

I

could

have

stayed

in

school

but

I

was

brought

up

diff-

eren-

tly

I

could-

n't

break

the

rules

Thir-

teen

months

and

fif-

teen

days

the

last

ones

were

the

worse

one

min-

ute

I'd

kneel

down

and

p-

r-

a-

y

and

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

a-

lo-

ne

and

checked

be-

hind

each

door

cus

I'm

still

in

Sai-

gon

still

in

Sai-

gon

I'-

am

still

in

Sai-

gon

in

my

mi-

i-

i-

i-

nd

The

ground

out-

side

was

co-

vered

with

snow

and

I

was

co-

vered

with

sweat

my

youn-

ger

bro-

ther

calls

me

a

kill-

er

and

my

dad-

dy

calls

me

a

vet

ev-

ery-

bo-

dy

says

I'm

some-

one

else

that

I'm

sick

and

theres's

no

cure

damned

if

I

know

who

I'-

am

there

was

on-

ly

one

place

I

was

sure

When

I

was

still

in

Sai-

gon

still

in

Sai-

gon

I'-

am

still

in

Sai-

gon

in

my

mi-

i-

i-

i-

nd

Ev-

ery

sum-

mer

when

it

rains

I

smell

the

jun-

gle

I

hear

the

planes

can't

tell

no

one

I

feel

a-

shamed

a-

fraid

some-

day

I'll

go

in-

sane

That's

been

ten

long

years

a-

go

and

time

has

gone

on

by

but

now

and

then

I

catch

my-

self

eyes

search-

in

through

the

sky

all

the

sounds

of

long

a-

go

will

be

for-

ev-

er

in

my

head

min-

gled

with

the

wou-

ndeds

cries

and

the

si-

lence

of

the

dead

cus

I'm

still

in

Sai-

gon

still

in

Sai-

gon

I'-

am

still

in

Sai-

gon

in

my

mind

I'-

am

still

in

Sai-

gon

still

in

Sai-

gon

I'-

am

still

in

Sai-

gon

in

my

mi-

i-

i-

i-

nd

still

in

Sai-

gon