D. Boon

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