I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them 我写下这些话，否则我就失去了他们

Or write you a song just to use them 或者你写一首歌只是使用它们

Someday you may wanna know who I am, 有一天你可能会想知道我是谁，

Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand 除了这个门面在我手里没有吉他

No I am not a writer 不，我不是作家

   

These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths 这些眼睛容不下秘密我隐藏任何事实

I am all I am, all I was to you 我所有的我，一切我是为了你

The lie and the promise, the great escape artist, 谎言和承诺，伟大的逃脱大师，

The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding  在你的花园在那个地方你还在守着杂草

Where I am not a liar 在那里，我不是骗子

   

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade 我是战士，虽然不是一个拳击手被交易

I am the fighter, few will remember my name 我是战士，很少人会记得我的名字

   

These are hands that can offer protection 这些都是双手，可以提供保护

But hid me from my own reflection 不过，把我藏在我自己的倒影

I’m that book that ain’t finished, a sink full of dishes, 我的书，还没有完成，水槽满菜，

The horse that ain’t winning, the priest that’s still sinning 未中奖的马，牧师这仍然是犯罪

The spark that starts the fire 启动消防火花

   

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade 我是战士，虽然不是一个拳击手被交易

I am the fighter, few will remember my name 我是战士，很少人会记得我的名字

   

With loneliness next to me, feels its misery, nursing another black eye 寂寞我旁边，感觉它的痛苦，又护理黑眼圈

On the New Jersey turnpike, counting the headlights 在新泽西州收费公路，数着车灯

Those cars just like days pass me by 这些车就好像天从我身边经过

   

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade 我是战士，虽然不是一个拳击手被交易

I am the fighter, few will remember my name 我是战士，很少人会记得我的名字

I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade 我是战士，虽然不是一个拳击手被交易

I am the fighter, a fighter’s born but not made 我是战士，战士的诞生，但没有取得

   

I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them 我写下这些话，否则我就失去了他们

Or write you a song just to use them. 或者你写一首歌只是使用它们。