(Introduction that resembles a military mail call)
I lay out some paper, I take out my pen
Turn on my table lamp and here I go again
It's time to write a letter, I'm in the mood tonight
Gotta find a way to tell you how I feel inside
Chorus
So I write a little,
and I cry a little
It's so hard to find a way
to say goodbye a little
But somewhere in the middle
my emotions interfere
So I write it a little,
and cry a little tear
And I've died a little,
wishing you were here
God I miss you
Can't be with you
I would kiss you oh so good
'cause you're my only cure for lonely
I'd call if I could
Repeat Chorus
Well I've died a little,
wishing you were here
Wishing you were here
Well I'm writing a little,
and wishing you were here
And I write a little,
and I cry a little tear
And I'm writing,
and wishing you were here
(Sound of soldiers marching)
