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
Remembering 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
Remembering her... !
Just her....