Simon And Garfunkel - The Boxer Lyrics
I am just a poor boy and my storys seldom toldIve squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promisesAll lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hearAnd disregards the rest, hmmmmWhen I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boyIn the company of strangersIn the quiet of the railway station, runnin scaredLaying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people goLooking for the places only they would knowLi la li...Asking only workmans wages, I come lookin for a job, but I get no offersJust a comeon from the whores on 7th avenueI do declare, there were times when I was so lonesomeI took some comfort thereNow the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even meI am older than I once was, and younger than Ill be, thats not unusualNo it isnt strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the sameAfter changes we are more or less the sameLi la li...And Im laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin homeWhere the new york city winters arent bleedin me, leadin me to go homeIn the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut himtil he cried out in his anger and his shameI am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remainsYes he still remainsLi la li...