Do you remember, remember D.Boon? Part of what he was is a part of me now And if you think back, where would he be? Where would I be if time had allowed? This isn't written for any one man It's about me This isn't written for anyone alive Just the songs that he sang I've been told That it's a waste of time Well, so what Will it be worth mine? And if Managua's bullets don't fly Young 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 man It's about me This isn't written for anyone alive Just the songs that he sang And I'm not old So I've got nothing but time to waste Will it be worth mine?