Lyrics:

Soft parachutes, Fourth of July
And villages burning
Returning the bodies, all laid in a line
Like soft parachutes

Last year, I was a senior
In Emmerson High School
I had me a girlfriend
We used to get high
And now I am flying
Down some Vietnam highway
Don't ask me the reason
God only knows why

Soft parachutes, Fourth of July
And villages burning
Returning the bodies, all laid in a line
Soft parachutes