He went into AA   Went to a gym and started boxing   He left his girlfriend and got a room   Slept on the floor and quit talking   His sister asked him why he quit talking   He said when he was sober he didn't know nothing   Nothing at all      He was 34 when he turned pro   He ran to work and then he'd run home   He stayed at the gym until they closed   Still there were those nights when he was all alone   He won ten fights up and down the coast   He'd borrow his sister's car and drive home   He fought in Modesto and shattered his nose   He detached his retina in Fresno, and then they made him quit      He'd wake up in the middle of the night   His heart racing so fast that he thought he was dying   But it wouldn't go away, it wouldn't go away   So he'd go running and he'd keep running until he couldn't think anymore