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 worth

Trying to be brave, running from the truth

Autumm turns the leaves gold

Slowly dies the heart

Sad young men are growing old

And that's the cruelest part

All the sad young men seek a certain smile

Someone they can hold for a little while

Tired little girl does the best she can

Trying to be gay for her sad young man

While the grimy moon watches from above

All the sad young men play of making love

Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men

Let your gentle light guide them home tonight

All the sad young men