Boxing Bette Midler

Howard, the strangest things
Have happened lately when I
Take a good swing
And all my dreams
They pivot and slip
I drop my fists
And they're back, laughing

Howard, my intentions
Become not to lose what I've won
Ambition has given way
To desperation and I
I've lost the fight from my eyes

Boxing's been good to me, Howard
Now I'm told
"You're growing old."
The whole time we knew
A couple of years I'd be through
Has boxing been good to you?

Howard, now I confess
I'm scared and lonely and tired
Everyone says I'm made of clay
That I've had my day
That I'm not cut out for this
I just know what to say
And I say