"I have to be ready," said the minuteman, "One mind when I hear my name,"
'Cause all of it matters: the war and the battles,
And this life is a means to and end.
To inspire a dream that, when realised, you attack,
What kind of loving is this?
But I still believe,
And, baby, I'll fall or I'll stand,
But this time I finish, I finish,
I want to be ready just like a minuteman,
One mind when I hear my name.
She offered her hand,
She whispered, "Be a man,"
But when I woke from sleep there was only me,
But I'll be ready, I'll be ready.
All that I want to know is, why would I want any more?
'Cause I still believe,
And, baby, I'll fall or I'll stand,
But this time I finish, I finish,
I want to be ready just like a minuteman,
One mind when I hear my name.
