The Boxer - Paul Simon

[00:05.91]I am just a poor boy.
[00:07.95]Though my story's seldom told,
[00:10.68]I have squandered my resistance
[00:12.72]For a pocketful of mumbles,
[00:15.83]Such are promises
[00:19.41]All lies and jest
[00:21.03]Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
[00:23.98]And disregards the rest.
[00:35.63]When I left my home
[00:37.09]And my family,
[00:38.43]I was no more than a boy
[00:40.63]In the company of strangers
[00:43.38]In the quiet of the railway station,
[00:46.05]Running scared,
[00:48.01]Laying low,
[00:51.30]Seeking out the poorer quarters
[00:53.89]Where the ragged people go,
[00:56.54]Looking for the places
[00:58.29]Only they would know.
[01:01.35]
[01:17.53]Asking only workman's wages
[01:19.78]I come looking for a job,
[01:22.14]But I get no offers.
[01:25.35]Just a come-on from the whores
[01:27.46]On Seventh Avenue
[01:31.20]I do declare,
[01:32.93]There were times when I was so lonesome
[01:35.90]I took some comfort there.
[03:18.13][02:10.41]
[02:24.43]Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
[02:28.81]And wishing I was gone
[02:30.70]Going home
[02:33.81]Where the New York City winters
[02:35.56]Aren't bleeding me,
[02:39.85]Leading me,
[02:43.68]Going home.
[02:50.02]In the clearing stands a boxer,
[02:54.92]And a fighter by his trade
[02:57.67]And he carries the reminders
[03:00.21]Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
[03:03.27]Or cut him till he cried out
[03:05.41]In his anger and his shame,
[03:07.94]\"I am leaving, I am leaving.\"
[03:10.61]But the fighter still remains