I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my existence On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises All lies in jest, 'til 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 Runnin' scared, layin' low, seeking out the poor quarters Where the ragged people go looking for the places Only they would know Li la li Li la li, li li li li Li la li Li la li, li li li li Li la li Only seeking workman's wages I come looking for a job but I get no offers Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there In a-laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was home, going home Where the New York City winters Aren't a-bleeding me, bleeding me Going home Da da da da da Da da da da da da da da Da da da da da da da In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every bloke that laid him down or cleft him 'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains" Li la li Li la li, li li li li Li la li Li la li, li li li li Li la li

Couldn't ask for a better day, two by two To the ring to the right point of view Each retreat to the corner that's defined by you To the ring to the right point of Lonely Reign She is the boxer, she knows When and where to strike He is the boxer, he knows No peaceful sleep tonight Caught the downfall of Pete and May, Ryan too He did not approve of Ceili's mood Doctor Mike was fight or flight at Dundrum School To the ring to the right point of No return No passion left to burn The boxers grow weary Their eyesight blurry view Lonely Reign She is the boxer, she knows When and where to strike He is the boxer, he knows No peaceful sleep tonight All's quiet on the front Smokey room Boxer standing tall, peering through Finding no one left to fight What to do? To the ring to the right Point of view Lonely Reign She is the boxer, she knows When and where to strike He is the boxer, he knows No peaceful sleep tonight Lonely Reign Lonely Reign Lonely Reign

I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful full of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still, a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest, hmm 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 Lying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie, la-la-lie-la-lie Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there When I lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la lie-la-lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie, la-la-lie-la-lie Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters are not bleeding me Leading me Going home In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down Or cut him 'til he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" Though the fighter still remains, still remains Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie, la-la-lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie, la-la-lie-la-lie

Stake my future on a hell of a past Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast Ain't complaining 'bout what I got Seen better times, but who has not? Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Honest as the next jade rolling that stone When I come knocking don't throw me no bone I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home If you don't like it you can leave me alone I can snap my fingers and require the rain From a clear blue sky and turn it off again I can stroke your body and relieve your pain And charm the whistle off an evening train Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know I give what I got until I got no more I take what I get until I even the score You know I love you and furthermore When it's time to go you got an open door I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain You give something up for everything you gain Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain Pay for your ticket and don't complain Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go, go Find out something only dead men know One of these days and it won't be long Going down in the valley and sing my song I will sing it loud and sing it strong Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Silvio, silver and gold Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold Silvio, I gotta go Find out something only dead men know Come on Come on