LYRICS
作词 : Richard Maltby Jr./Alain Boublil
作曲 : Claude-Michel Schönberg
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 of fence
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 like 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
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 like my memories as they were
But now I'll leave remembering her
Just her