(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)