Soft Parachutes Songtext
von Paul Simon

Soft parachutes, fourth of July
Villages burnin′
Returnin' 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 burnin'
Returnin′ the bodies all laid in a line
Soft parachutes