Why God Why?
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's 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've 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 came home before no one talked of the war
What they saw on t.v
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
'Cos 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's 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've 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 came home before no one talked of the war
What they saw on t.v
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
'Cos 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, Claude-michel Schonberg, Alain Albert Boublil
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Other Album Tracks
- Overture / Backstage Dreamland
- Overture/Backstage Dreamland
- The Heat Is On in Saigon
- The Heat Is On In Saigon
- The Movie in My Mind
- The Movie In My Mind
- The Transaction
- The Transaction
- The Dance
- The Dance
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