Lyric Still in Saigon
Still In Saigon"
Got on a plane in Frisco and got off in Vietman. I walked in to a diff rent world, a past forever gone.
I could have gone to Canada or I could have stayed in school, but I was brought up diff rently. 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 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 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 my a killer and my daddy calls me a vet.
Ev rybody 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.
Ev ry summer when it rains I smell the jungle, I hear the planes. Can t tell no one, I feel ashamed, afraid someday I ll go insane.
That s been ten 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.
Yes, I m still in Saigon in my mind.
Got on a plane in Frisco and got off in Vietman. I walked in to a diff rent world, a past forever gone.
I could have gone to Canada or I could have stayed in school, but I was brought up diff rently. 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 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 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 my a killer and my daddy calls me a vet.
Ev rybody 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.
Ev ry summer when it rains I smell the jungle, I hear the planes. Can t tell no one, I feel ashamed, afraid someday I ll go insane.
That s been ten 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.
Yes, I m still in Saigon in my mind.
