Saigon Reunion - KITARO

We met as soulmates On Parris Island We left as inmates From an asylum And we were sharp, as sharp as knives And we were so gung-ho to lay down our lives We came in spastic Like tameless horses We left in plastic As numbered corpses And we learned fast to travel light Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight We had no home front We had no soft soap They sent us Playboy They gave us Bob Hope We dug in deep and shot on sight And prayed to Jesus Christ with all of our might We had no cameras To shoot the landscape We passed the hash pipe And played our tapes And it was dark, so dark at night And we held on to each other Like brother to brother We promised our mothers we'd write And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes, we would all go down together Remember Charlie? Remember Baker? They left their childhood On every acre And who was wrong? And who was right? It didn't matter in the thick of the fight We held the day In the palm of our hand They ruled the night And the night seemed to last as long as Six weeks on Parris Island We held the coastline They held the highlands And they were sharp, as sharp as knives They heard the hum of our motors They counted the rotors And waited for us to arrive And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes, we would all go down together

He says she said that the counters in the room was a paranoia It's hard to believe the walls can breathe But I see it in my eyes I see it in my eyes Pretty girls with painted faces Dancing for the boys Crazy dreams just how it seems As you know she slowly passed me by Coming home, oh-oh-oh I'm coming home, oh-oh-oh Coming home, oh-oh-oh Flying high to paper skies Soaring through the heavens of shame Find me now I never left the ground Only how the stars remain the same So the stars remain the same So they remain the same Coming home Well I'm coming home, oh-oh-oh Coming home, oh-oh-oh Coming home, oh-oh-oh It's always the beautiful ones that let you down They fall in love with the lust They fall in love with sex They fall in love with the faith The faith, the faith, the faith in Hell Coming home, A-well I'm coming home, oh-oh-oh Coming home, oh-oh-oh Coming home, oh-oh-oh A-well it's one small thing I say to you Is always keep control Pretty girls with their painted faces Dancing for the boys Are coming home, home, home Are coming home, oh-oh-oh Coming home, Coming home