Returned and I found that under the sun
The race is not to the swift
Nor the battle to the strong
So throw in the towel, I'm out of contention
There won't be no medal for honorable mention
Just a bloody nose, black eye, and broken ribs
Lord they shatter, like my intensions
So tell me what was your expectation
A ribbon for participation
With no clear path to victory
Maybe it's just better that I take a knee
'Cause Lord knows I can't take much more
And there's nothin' to fight for anymore
Take my title, take my crown
Take this whole damn ring of gold
Take my hand cause I fold
Take this man to have and to hold
You can say I quit and maybe it's true
But you can't say I quit without a fight
Now I may have thrown me a fit a time or two
But don't never ever ever, never ever let it be said
That I threw a fight
Heaven knows how hard I tried
I took the hits, I damn near died
Now there go my legs, and here come the floor
And it's 7,8,9....and everyone's already half out the door
Leaving me to ponder the truth
That the bookies somehow already knew
With no clear path to victory
Is there no way to lose gracefully
I fought the good fight but come up short
And there's nothin' to fight for anymore
No there's nothin' to fight for anymore
All the ring doctors
And all the cutmen
Couldn't put it all together again