Song Description

A soldier contemplates love, loss and his own mortality. While aware he is only a pawn in someone else's game, he clings to a love letter as being the only thing he can really believe in.

Lyrics

Me I?m just an unknown soldier
The kind you never really, read about too much
In God I trust and I can do the rosary
To make the bullets fly high over me and the cannons lose their touch
It?s hard to think of your love when all they ever say to us
Is that we?re the good guys and how we?re gonna win this war
Got ammunition rounds and diagrams of battle grounds
But that?s not what I?m thinking of, when I hit shore

Chorus:
I never love too much of nothing
In any time or place
Though I always loved the sorrows
Of your changing face,
Carry a picture of you in the pocket of my jacket
That?s closest to my heart
Write you a letter most everyday
Though I never get to mail them when I?m away and we?re apart

Me I?ve just lost my St Christopher
At dawn we?re going in when all I want to do?s get out
I can?t take this death and slaughter I can?t take these damn reporters
Who tell me I?m a hero then who put words in my mouth
I grew up hungry grew up poor and said what the hell we fighting for
They said yours? is not to ask why kid now button down your tongue
All I?ve got?s a keepsake of the promises you made to me
And the love you said you?d save for me, when this fighting?s done

Chorus:
I never love too much of nothing
In any time or place
Though I always loved the sorrows
Of your changing face,
Carry a picture of you in the pocket of my jacket
That?s closest to my heart
Write you a letter most everyday
Though I never get to mail them when I?m away and we?re apart