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?