Why, God Why (Miss Saigon)
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 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 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 remembering her, just her
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 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 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 remembering her, just her
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Maltby, Alain Boublil, Claude-michel Schonberg, Michael Mahler
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