Ben Howard - The Boxer lyrics

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for
A pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the
Railway station, runnin' scared, laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie

Asking only workman's wages
I come lookin' for a job but I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Now the years are rolling by me
They are rockin' evenly
I am older than I once was
And younger than I'll be that's not unusual
Nor is it strange after changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same

Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie

And I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone goin' home
Where the New York City
Winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me
Goin' home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
La la lie la lie