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 for my eyes

Boxing’s been good to me, Howard
Now I’m told, 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, 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 we knew
In a couple of years I’d be through
Has boxing been good to you?

Well sometimes I punch myself as hard as I can
Yelling "nobody cares" hoping someone will tell me how
Wrong I am

Boxing’s been good to me, Howard
Now I’m told, you’re growing old
The whole time we knew
In a couple of years I’d be through
Has boxing been good to you?

Has boxing been good
Has boxing been good to you?