The Boxer

Simon and Garfunke's finest:

"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 the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know
.Lie-la-lie...
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking 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.
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 bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains."

I can't really tell you why I love this song, or why it resonates so much within me. It speaks to the utter loneliness of trying to do things your own way, and failing. It speaks to finding out that there is always someone else who is worse off than you. It speaks to finding comfort in the most unexpected of places. It speaks of always having your dignity. It speaks of always being true to yourself, no matter how much life knocks you down.

And although it's not a feminine trait (to be a boxer)...no matter how much life knocks you around, you have to get back up, dust yourself off, and keep on going - with yourself intact. You still bear the marks of your knocks - but you are still you.

I love this song, and every single time I hear it, it makes me cry.