This Losing Game Songtext
von Tracy Jane Comer

A balanced flashlight just illuminates the page
A tired soldier′s hand begins to write
A tattered notebook full of fringes in the spine
Remnants of letters written other lonely nights
How are things there? Well I know it's hard alone
How is Katie? Does she still like Goodnight Moon?
I′d hate to miss her birthday party in July
But there's no sign of peace anytime soon

After all these years
After countless wars
We still raise our guns
And we fight some more
And we still don't know
How to count the score
In this game of war


He reads it over slowly one last time
Places some X′s and some O′s
He wonders if he'll ever see this page again
He licks the envelope, presses it closed
And every day he simply tries to make his way
And tries to think of what to feel and what to say
And tries to reconcile the things he sees today
With thoughts of a loving God to whom he prays

After all these years
After countless wars
We still load our guns
And we kill some more
And we still don′t know
How to count the score
In this game of war

Miles and miles away she reads a bedtime story
By the soft glow of lamplight
Goodnight pillow, goodnight teddy, goodnight stars
Goodnight moon, goodnight


After countless tears shed for precious blood
Can't we stand and say that enough′s enough?
Yes they need our love and they need our cheer
But what of us now? We need our heroes here
And it's we who are lost
And it′s we who must cry
For freedom's cost
For all who die
And we still don't know why
We play this losing game