Contender

A quiet moment before the champ goes down
Through the doors of his decision to fight through one last round
Though he's beaten and he knows it
No way in hell he's gonna throw it all away

So on with the round and into the light
Of all the camera and predictions, news radio depictions
Of a fight he knew he'd never win
So for the record

It's just another day
All things fade away

He stood fast 'till the end and met his fate with right hook to oblivion
And no one cried
His opponent young and eager to accept the admiration of the crowd
Paid no attention

So down he goes
Surrounded by the faces that once proudly only built him up
Now he lies, surrounded by the one who do not care
Signed, sealed, delivered

He stood fast right until the very end
No commentary about the sate of grace he's in
The champion has lost, what will the paper say about a man?
So for the record

It's just another day
All things fade away
It's just another day
How will I fade away?