Miss saigon - Why God, Why

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 is 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 know you mean no offence
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 you're plan
I can't help her, no one can
I like my memories as they were, but now I leave remembering her

When I went on 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 driving for the embassy
Can see of you can pull a string
A guy like me lives like a king, just as long as you don't believe everything

Why god, why this place
Why such beauty in this place
I liked my memories as they were, but now I leave remembering her
Just her