(Randy Owen/Don Cook/Ronnie Rogers)



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



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 a little and cry a little tear

And I die 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



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 a little and cry a little tear

And I die a little, wishing you were here



Oh, I die a little wishing you were here



Wishing you were here

I'm writing and wishing you were here

I write a little and cry a little tear

I'm writing and wishing you were here