(P.Mark)
From the album Gravity

Your battered bones say it’s time to switch off the light
Promoters claim you owe `em one more fight
The spirit is willing, but you can’t left hook a lie
Or dodge that jackhammer jab on Friday night

The boneyard awaits the undercard saints
Who too long fought the good fight
You slip the left, but look out here comes the right
Lord keep me, keep me from the next fight

You shoot for the top
Till ya finally hit bottom
You seek out your better angels
Only to find you got nothing in common

Her parting words are sounding like good advice
She said ya can’t always count on people being nice
It’s a luxury when people start calling you crazy
When truth be told you’re just acting out, or lazy

I just let her go, doncha know, we could not last one more night
Just ‘cuz you win it don’t mean you’re right
Lord keep me, keep me from the next fight

You take one more blow, for pride or dough
Gotta keep small victories in sight
You slip the left, but look out here comes the right
Lord keep me, keep me from the next fight