He feels the burn at the back of his legs, but can see the end is nearly in sight.
Not long now until the afternoon’s rest, a welcome break in a schedule tight.
He feels the rush of adrenalin, as his fists pound upon the bag.
He longs to return to the ring, but the matter is now out of his hands.

It’s in his eyes, it’s in his eyes.
The craving for just one more fight.

He still feels the pain of his last defeat, and seeks a comeback by whatever means.
It was his uncontrollable streak which upon him saw chaos descend.
Heavy drinking, late night brawls, a complete lack of discipline.
From the back pages to the front, the hacks started to follow him.

It’s in his eyes, it’s in his eyes.
The determination to have just one more fight.

Yet each time the return seemed close, his temper lead him back to violence
His wife became a victim, as he battered her senseless.
As he stood with menace in the dock, and accepted his custodial sentence.
Six months in Barlinnie, was deemed an ample penance.

It’s in his eyes, it’s in his eyes.
All the time, the desire, for one more fight.

But now he’s free again, he’s vowed to return to his regime,
He prays to stay injury free though he knows there is no guarantee.
Can the sanctity of the church prevent him from reoffending?
Can reality grip him? And give his life some meaning again?

It’s in his eyes, it’s in his eyes.
The urge to have just one more fight.
It’s in his eyes, it’s in his eyes.
The hunger for just one more fight.