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.

So for the record, it's just another day. All things fade away

It's just another day, how will i fade away.