Why God Why?
Claude-Michel Schnberg
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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 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 never felt confused before

Why me? What's your plan?
I can't help her - no one can
I liked my mem'ries as they were
But now I'll leave rememb'ring 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

'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 liked my memories as they were
But now I'll leave rememb'ring her
Just her
Write the lyrics for a pop song made in 1990, titled "Why God Why?", by artist "Claude-Michel Schnberg".