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