do you remember, remember D. Boonpart of what he was is a part of
me nowand if you think back, where would he bewhere would I be if
time had allowedthis isn't written for any one manit's
about methis isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs
that he sangI've been toldthat it's a waste of
timewell, so whatwill it be worth mineand if Managua's
bullets don't flyyoung men still would die for gloryor for
their countriesit's just me and Jayplaying our guitars
along with it allthis isn't written for any one
manit's about methis isn't written for anyone
alivejust the songs that he sangand I'm not oldso I've
got nothing but time to wastewill it be worth mine