Lyrics Paul Simon – The Boxer
Text:
I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
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
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 Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie-la-lie…
Now the years are rolling by me
I am older than I once was
And younger than I’ll be
But that’s not unusual
No it isn’t strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes
We are more or less the same
Lie-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 ev’ry 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…
