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