The Boxer - Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy, though my story's 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 (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, runnin' 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...) 

Seeking 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 (li la la, la, la la) 

Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin' even me 
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be, that's not unusual 
No it isn't strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same 
After changes we are more or less the same ... 

(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'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home 
Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home 

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade 
And he carries the reminder 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 
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...) 
(Li la la la li la li) 
(Li la li... li la la la li la li) 
(La la la la li...) 
(Li la la la li la li) 
(Li la li... li la la la li la li)