Why God Why?

Why does Saigon never sleep at night

Why does this girl smell of orange trees

How can I feel good when nothing's right

Why is she cool when there is no breeze

Vietnam, you don't give answers do you friend

Just questions that don't ever end

Why God, why today

I'm all through here on my way

There's nothing left here that I'll miss

Why send me now a night like this

Who is the girl in this rusty bed

Why am I back in a filthy room

Why is her voice ringing in my head

Why am I high on her cheap perfume

Vietnam, hey look, I mean you no affence

But why does nothing here make sence

Why God, show your hand

Why can't one guy understand

I've been with girls who knew much more

I never felt confused before

Why me, what's your plan

I can't help her, no one can

I like my memories as they were

But now I'll leave remembering her

When I went home before, no one talked of the war

What they knew from tv dindn't have a thing to do with me

I went bank and rupt, sure Saigon is corrupt

It felt better to be here driving for the embassy

'Cause see, refu can pull a string, a guy like me lives like aking

Just as long as you don't believe anything

Why God, why this face

Why such beauty in this place

I like my memories as they were

But now I'll leave remembering her, just her