The Boxer Lyrics

I`m just a poor boy
though my story`s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of marbles
such as promises:
All lies and jests, 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 a railway station

running scared
laying low
seekingout the poorer quarters
where the ragged people go
looking for the places only they would know.

Lie la lie! Lie la lie lie lie la lie! Lie la lie!
Lie lie la lie lie la lie la la la la lie!
Asking only workman`s wages I come looking for a job
but I get no offers
just a comeon from the w****s 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 lie lie la lie! Lie la lie!
Lie lie lie lie lie la lie la la la la lie!
Then I`m 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 till 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 lie lie la lie! Lie la lie!
Lie lie lie lie lie la lie la la la la lie!