PAUL SIMON - The Boxer lyrics

rate me

I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told.<br>I have squandered my resistance,<br>For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.<br>All lies and jest.<br>Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.<br><br>When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,<br>In the company of strangers,<br>In the quiet of a railway station, runnin' scared.<br>Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,<br>Where the ragged people go.<br>Lookin' for the places, only they would know.<br><br>Lie-la-lie ...<br><br>Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,<br>But I get no offers,<br>Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue.<br>I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,<br>I took some comfort there.<br>Oooh la, la, la ...<br><br>And the years are rollin' by me.<br>They are rockin' evenly.<br>I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be.<br>That's not unusual.<br>It isn't strange,<br>After changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.<br>After changes, we are more or less the same.<br><br>Lie-la-lie ...<br><br>Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,<br>Going home, where the new york city winters aren't bleedin' me.<br>Leadin' me, to goin' home.<br><br>In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,<br>And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,<br>Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,<br>I am leaving, I am leaving.<br>But the fighter still remains.<br><br>Lie-la-lie ...