The Prizefighter and the Heiress

The prizefighter and the heiress
 Both talented in their way
 Both fighting for inheritance
 Both entitled to their day
 Said the fella "I've thrown my gloves
 And loosed my shoes
 Come join me in the ring my friend
 Quit these lonesome blues
 Quit my lonesome blues"
 The lady thought the longest while
 And bathed the time in light
 She came to the conclusion
 That he hadn't won the fight
 "Put your gloves back on," she says
 "And steady with your pride
 You've dealt the eldest hand my love
 But that part of me has died"
 I'm a fortune telling concubine
 I'm a troubleshot saloon
 You're a welterweight companion
 And your light is at the loom
 I'd rather chase my options now
 And place you in the past
 The future's not yet written
 Though the die behind me is cast
 The die behind me is cast
 I don't know anything about you
 But I'm sure that the doors of perception
 Are true in their ways
 In the face of it all
 In the stark-staring face of it
 If you ask me where I'm going
 I'll tell you where I've been
 ‘Cept you don't remember yesterday
 And I don't remember anything
 Journey me west
 Or journey me south
 Said please put me down
 Where my heart meets my mouth
 Meets my mouth
 End of the requiem
 End of the fight
 End of the struggles
 At the end of the night
 Stop where you laugh
 And look where you walk
 Manage your head
 As you lighten your talk
 Solace made bones
 And they're chanting for air
 Sucking from mead
 In the coast of Rosslare
 Of Rosslare
 End of the requiem
 End of the fight
 End of the struggles
 At the end of the night
 Me and my dream
 As me and my girl
 Have more than
 A thousand square miles to twirl
 The earth loves her children
 Look and don't break your stride
 Keep watching forward
 Got an owl watch my pride
 Watch my pride
 Thanks for the dark
 Thanks for the light
 Thanks for my guide
 At the end of the night
 End of the requiem
 End of the fight
 End of the struggles
 At the end...
 At the end...
 At the end of the night