Boxing

Howard, the strangest things have happened lately



When I take a good swing at 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 for my eyes



Boxing's been good to me, Howard



Now I'm told, "You're growing old"



The whole time he 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



They seem to think I'm made of clay, another day



I'm not cut out for this, I just know what to say, I say



Boxing's been good to me, Howard



Now I'm told, "You're growing old"



The whole time he 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 some one



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 he knew, a couple of years



I'd be through, has boxing been good?



Has boxing been good? Has boxing been good?