do you remember, remember D. Boon

part of what he was is a part of me nowand if you think back, where would he be

where would I be if time had allowed



this isn't written for any one manit's about me

this isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang



I've been toldthat it's a waste of time

well, so what

will it be worth mine



and if Managua's bullets don't flyyoung men still would die for glory

or for their countries

it's just me and Jay

playing our guitars along with it all



this isn't written for any one manit's about me

this isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang



and I'm not old

so I've got nothing but time to wastewill it be worth mine