or
Nanci Griffith

Nothing that I've ever seen,
Now means much of anything,
In traveling through this part of you.
And the Vietnam that I had dreamed,
The place you wore your life 'fatigued',
I'm traveling through this part of you

Where are you amongst the madness,
On the streets of Saigon?
Where were you in 1969?
When I was but a youth.
Oh, here were you, (Here were you.)
You were traveling through,
This part of you.

I'll make my way now on my own,
Back to my home to live alone.
I have traveled through this part of you.
Yet, I will save this time and place,
For the time when I can say,
I traveled, true, this part of you

Where are you amongst this madness,
On the streets of Saigon?
Where were you in 1969,
When I was but a youth?
Oh, here were you, (Here were you.)
You were traveling to,
This part of you.

You were an American boy, (Boy.)
Whose innocence was lost here in the war.
And I wear your scars,
While traveling to this part of you.

Oh, nothing that I've ever seen,
Now means much of anything,
In traveling through this part of you.
And the Vietnam that I had dreamed;
The place you wore your life 'fatigued',
I'm traveling through this part of you.

I'm traveling through (I'm traveling through.)
This part of you.

I'm traveling through (I'm traveling through.)
This part of you.

Written by GRIFFITH, NANCI
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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