The Boxer - Simon and Garfunkel (Boyce Avenue acoustic cover) on Spotify & Apple.

I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises All eyes and chest, still the 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, running scared Laying low, seeking out the poor quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job, but I get no offers Just to come on from the whores on 7th Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Then I'm laying out to close And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Bleeding me In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter By his trade, and he carries the reminder Of every glove that laid him down And I'll cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving But the fighter still remains Lie, lie