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 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 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, 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 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?