THE BOXER (+C)

Simon and Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy tho' my story's seldom told

I have squandered my resistance

For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises

All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest hmm hmm hmmm


When I left my home and my family, 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 ...


Asking only workman's wages I come looking 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 la la la ...

Lie la lie ...

SOLO

Lie la lie ...


And I am laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone

Going home

Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me

Leading me, 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 til he cried out

In his anger and his shame, I am leaving, I am leaving,

But the fighter still remains hmmhmmhmm