As they age, men encounter the sixth fear - loss of virility
Just look him straight in the eye
Invade his space by standing a little closer than normal

By 8.30 a.m. the sun was so hot
That it made me remember
I pulled on the jacket with the bars on the pockets and I
Stood in front of the window
And the skin on my face has a memory all its own
And it drinks in the pure heat, real slow

I remember Lima, I remember the good life
I remember Lima, I remember the good life

The window is ten feet high and three feet wide
Sunbeams bounce off the dark water
And come through the clear glass, magnified
Standing here in the house on the Pacific Coast Highway
Given to me by a friend whose name is no longer important
My conscience is clean
And the feeling of power like thick red wine
And it's oh-nine-oh-five, military time

I remember Lima, I remember the good life
I remember Lima, I remember the good life
I remember Lima, I remember the good life
I remember Lima, I remember the good life