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
and if Managua's bullets don't flyyoung men still would die for glory
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
so I've got nothing but time to wastewill it be worth mine
