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 memories as they were but now i ll leave rememb ring her just her