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

Dont 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