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 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
And wonders if he'll ever see this page again
He licks the envelope
presses it closed..
Now everyday 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 lamp light
"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…
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 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
And wonders if he'll ever see this page again
He licks the envelope
presses it closed..
Now everyday 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 lamp light
"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…
Contributed by giorgio - 2012/3/31 - 08:35
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Lyrics & Music by Tracy Jane Comer
Album: Quietly There
An anti-war song, written on Memorial Day 2004… "I was pondering both Memorial Day and Father's Day, so close together...
…and thinking of all the families that have to be apart now because of the war". -Tracy J. Comer.
"Tracy Jane Comer's song "This Losing Game" is a thoughtful, well-produced and haunting anti-war song, worthy of the great Joan Baez or Joni Mitchell. Come to think of it, Tracy Jane’s voice is just as powerful and clear as those ladies as well. This is a wonderful work and worthy of a good listen. -International Acoustic Music Awards, January 2005-