[Chris]
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 never 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'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
[leaves room]
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 emba**y
'Cause here if you can pull a string
A guy like me live like a king
Just as long as you don't believe anything [Vietnamese Man, spoken]
Can you take me to America, Jack? [Chris, spoken]
No [More Vietnamese people gather and beg] [Chris, spoken]
Guys,
GUYS! [goes back into room] [Chris]
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