The Boxer (Simon & Garfunkel) glove that laid him down And cut him 'til he
cried out in his anger and his shame, "I am
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom leaving, I am leaving," but the fighter still
told. I have squandered my resistance for a remains.
pocketful of mumbles, Such are promises. All
lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants [chorus]
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, lie la la la lie la lie,
lie la lie, Lie la la la lie la lie,
la la la 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
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 every