The Ballad of the Sad Young Men

Sing a song of sad young men, glasses full of rye

All the news is bad again, kiss your dreams goodbye

All the sad young men, sitting in the bars

Knowing neon nights, and 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

Autumn 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 just a little while

Tired little girl, does the best she can

Trying to be gay, for a sad young men

While a grimy moon, watches from above

All the sad young men, who play at making love

Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men

Let your gentle light guide them home again

All the sad, sad, sad, young men