Текст Lee DeWyze – The Boxer

I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles

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

Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin’ evenly
I am older than I once was
And younger than I’ll be 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

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
I am leaving
But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie…