Battlefield - Edwin McCain

The bell rings, the crowd rises to its feet
The ring is queen sized and I wrinkle the sheets
I square off, I butt heads against my foes
My joy, my anger and my fears and my woes

And each night is a new round
It's a new fight in my head
The war is within me
The battlefield is my bed

Thoughts of love lost and thoughts of love won
In times of sadness, times that we had fun
The death of old friendships and the birth of new
Of dreams and nightmares some of which may come true

And each night is a new round
It's a new fight in my head
The war is within me
The battlefield is my bed

The bell rings to end the round, 
I pick up the receiver
It's never who I expect, 
But I can't never let go
Compliments in the night inspire
My battle, it tires me
And if I were my own boss, 
I would surely fire me, surely fire me

No need to worry now
Help is on the way
You know all my troubles will be gone
One sweet day
What's black without white
Joy without pain
They say no sweet flower blooms
Without a little rain
And each night is a new round
It's a new fight in my head
The war is within me
The battlefield is my bed