Il testo della The boxer

Paul Simon

Data di rilascio : 09/07/2010

Durata : 0:04:18

Stile : Pop

Well i am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and just
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, runnin' scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Lookin' for the places, only they would know

Asking only workman's wages, i come lookin' 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

Then i'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing i was gone
Going home, where the new york city winters aren't bleedin' me
Leadin' me, to goin' 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
"well i am leaving, i am leaving"
But the fighter still remains, it still remains