D. Boon

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?