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
Donaet ask me the reason
God only knows why

Soft parachutes
Fourth of july
Villages burning
Returning
The bodies all laid in a line