Boxing

Howard, the strangest things Have 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 intentions Become not to lose what I've won Ambition has given way To desperation and I I've lost the fight from my eyes Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told "You're growing old." The whole time we knew A couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you? Howard, now I confess I'm scared and lonely and tired Everyone says I'm made of clay That I've had my day That I'm not cut out for this I just know what to say And I say Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told "You're growing old." The whole time we knew A couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good to you? Well, sometimes I punch myself Hard as I can Yelling, "nobody cares!" Hoping someone will tell me how wrong I am Howard Boxing's been good to me, Howard Now I'm told "You're growing old." The whole time we knew A couple of years I'd be through Has boxing been good Has boxing been good Has boxing been good?