Letra de The Boxer - Paul Simon

I am just a poor boy, though my story�s seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance,
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jest.
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
In the company of strangers,
In the quiet of a railway station, runnin� scared.
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
Where the ragged people go.
Lookin� for the places, only they would know.
Lie-la-lie ...
Asking only workman�s wages I come lookin� for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue.
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,
I took some comfort there.
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And the years are rollin� by me.
They are rockin� evenly.
I am older than I once was, and younger than I�ll be.
That�s not unusual.
It isn�t strange,
After changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.
After changes, we are more or less the same.
Lie-la-lie ...
Then I�m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
Going home, where the new york city winters aren�t bleedin� me.
Leadin� me, to goin� home.
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Or cut him �til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
I am leaving, I am leaving.
But the fighter still remains.
Lie-la-lie ...