(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)