Alain Whyte - Boxers lyrics

Losing in front of your home crowd You wished the ground would open up And take you down And will time never pa** Will time Never pa** For us Your weary wife is walking away Your nephew is true Well, he thinks the world of you And I have to close my eyes Losing in front of your home town The crowd call your name They love you All the same The sound, the smell, and the spray You will take them all away And they'll stay till the grave Your weary wife is walking away Your nephew is true Well, he thinks the world of you And I have to close my eyes Losing in your home town Hell is the bell That will not ring again You will return one day Oh, because of all the things That you see When your eyes close Your weary wife walking away Your nephew is true He still thinks the world of you And I have to dry my eyes