He went into AA
Went to a gym and started boxing
He left his girlfriend and got a room
Slept on the floor and quit talking
His sister asked him why he quit talking
He said when he was sober he didn't know nothing
Nothing at all
He was 34 when he turned pro
He ran to work and then he'd run home
He stayed at the gym until they closed
Still there were those nights when he was all alone
He won ten fights up and down the coast
He'd borrow his sister's car and drive home
He fought in Modesto and shattered his nose
He detached his retina in Fresno, and then they made him quit
He'd wake up in the middle of the night
His heart racing so fast that he thought he was dying
But it wouldn't go away, it wouldn't go away
So he'd go running and he'd keep running until he couldn't think anymore