A quiet moment before the champ goes down through the doors of his decision to fight for one last round
Though he's beaten and he knows it, no way in hell he's gonna throw it away

So on with the round and into the light of all the cameras 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 'til the end and met his fate with a 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 ones who do not care Signed, sealed, delivered

He stood fast right until the very end, no commentary about the state of grace he's in
The champion has lost, what will the paper say about a man whose proven only to be a man

So for the record
It's just another day
All things fade away
It's just another day
How will I fade away