Boxing - Ben Folds Five

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 intentions

Become not to lose what I’ve won

Ambition has given way

To desperation and I

I’ve 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

Everyone says I’m made of clay

That I’ve had my day

That I’m not cut out for this

I just know what to say

And 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

Howard

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

Has boxing been good

Has boxing been good?