This will be in our new album. It's our last single called The Boxer. Oh, a pocket full of mumbles such are promises All lies and jests till 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, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie Lie, 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 home from the whores on 7th Avenue I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie And the years are rolling by me They are rocking 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, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie And I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters are impeding me Leading me going home In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter By his tray and he carries the reminders Of every glum that laid him down Or 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, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Thank you for watching!