Soft Parachutes
PAUL SIMON
Soft parachutes
Fourth of July
Villages burning
Returning
The bodies all laid in a line
Like soft parachutes
Last year as a senior
In Emerson High school
I had me a girlfriend
We used to get high
Now I am flyin
Down some Vietnam highway
Don't ask me the reason
God only knows why
Soft parachutes
Fourth of July
Villages burning
Returning
The bodies all laid in a line
Like soft parachutes