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 from my eyes


boxing's been good to me, Howard
now I'm told,
"you're growing old"

the whole time we 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, a-
nother 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

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 someone will tell me how

wrong I am
no


boxing's been good to me, Howard
now I'm told,
"you're growing old"

the whole time you knew
a couple of years I'd be through


has boxing been good?
has boxing been good?
has boxing been good?