[CHRIS]

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 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 

Why me? What's your plan? 

I can't help her, no one can 

I liked my mem'ries as they were 

But now I'll leave rememb'ring her 



When I went home before 

No one talked of the war 

What they knew from TV 

Didn't have a thing to do with me 

I went back and re-upped 

Sure Saigon is corrupt 

It 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 mem'ries as they were 

But now I'll leave rememb'ring her 

Just her