Paul Simon - Soft parachutes lyrics

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