The Boxer

The Boxer - Simon/葛芬柯 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 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

Lie-la-lie

Asking only workmans 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

Oooh la la la

And the years are rollin by me

They are rockin evenly

I am older than I once was and younger than Ill be

Thats not unusual

It isnt 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 arent 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

I am leaving I am leaving

But the fighter still remains

Lie-la-lie