Matt Simons - The Boxer lyrics
[Matt Simons - 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
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
Running 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 looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the
Whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
La la la la la la la
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
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
Wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City
Winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me
To going 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 till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
So the fighter still remains, 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
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
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie
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
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
Running 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 looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the
Whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
La la la la la la la
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
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
Wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City
Winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me
To going 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 till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
So the fighter still remains, 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
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
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie la lie