The Ballad Of The Sad Young Men

Sing a song of sad young man

Glasses full of rye

All the news is bad again so

Kiss your dreams goodbye

All the sad young men

Sitting in the bars

Knowing neon nights

Missing all the stars

All the sad young men

Drifting through the town

Drinking up the night

Trying not to drown

All the sad young men

Singing in the cold

Trying to forget

That they're growing old

All the sad young men

Choking on their youth

Trying to be brave

Running from the truth

Autumm turns the leaves to gold

Slowly dies the heart

Sad young men are growing old

That's the cruelest part

All the sad young men

Seek a certain smile

Someone they can hold for a little while

Tired little bird, she does the best she can

Trying to be gay for her sad young man

While the grimy moon

Blossoms up above

All the sad young men

Play of making love

Misbegotten moon

Shine for sad young men

Let your gentle light

Guide them home again

All the sad young men