The Boxer

《The Boxer》- Simon and Garfunkel
I am just a poor boy.
Though my storys 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.
CHORUSLie-la-lie.....
Asking only workmans 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.
CHORUS Lie-la-lie.....
Then Im laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Arent bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of evry 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
By eric 1/7 /2002