Why God, Why? Songtext

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