[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