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

And 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 there a voice ringing in my head?

Why am I high on a cheap-perfumed Vietnam?

Hey look, I mean you no offense, but why does nothing here make sense?

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

by me. What's your plan? I can't help her. No one can. I liked my memories as they were,

but now I'll leave remembering her. When I went one on before, no one talked of the war.

They knew from TV he didn't have a thing to do with me

I went back and re-upped, sure, Saigon is corrupt

Felt better to be here driving for the embassy

'Cause here, if you can pull a string, a guy like me lives like a king

Just as long as you don't believe anything

Why God?

Why this face?

Why such beauty

In this place?

I liked my memories as they were

But now I'll leave remembering her

JUST HI