what a saigon never sleep at night

what is 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

here's to 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

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 want 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 up choice i

'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 want my memories as they were

but now i'll leave remembering her

just her