The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest hmmmm....mmmm......
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
Li la li... li la la la li la li
Li la li... li la la la li la li
La la la la li...
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 la la la ...
Li la li... li la la la li la li
Li la li... li la la la li la li
La la la la li...
And I am 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 every glove that laid him down or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and shame, I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains...
Li la li... li la la la li la li
Li la li... li la la la li la li
La la la la li...