eponymous album 同名專輯
counterpoint 對位
The Graduate in 1968 畢業生
rift 裂縫

The Boxer
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance 我揮霍了力氣
For a pocketful of mumbles 一口袋的閒言閒語
Such are promises
All lies and jest 謊言&玩笑
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 a railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters 貧窮的角落
Where the raged 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-one 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

Now the years are rolling by me
They are rocking easily
I am older than I once was
And younger than I'll be
But that's not unusual
No, it isn't strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are
More or less the same

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 渴望回鄉
Going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the remainders
Of every 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
Lie-la-lie