Boxing

Howard, the strangest thing

Has happened lately

When I take a good swing

And all my dreams

They pivot and slip

I drop my fists and they're back

Laughing Howard

My intention's become not to lose what I've won

Ambition has given way to desperation and I

Lost the fight from my eyes

Boxing's been good to me, Howard

Now I'm old, you're growing old

The whole time we knew

In a couple of years I'd be through

Has boxing been good to you?

Howard, I confess I'm scared and lonely and tired

They seem to think I'm made of clay

Another day, not cut out for this

I just want to say, I say

Well sometimes I punch myself as hard as I can

Yelling nobody cares hoping someone will tell me how

Wrong I am

Has boxing been good

Has boxing been good to you?