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?