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
Drinking up the night
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 are 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 just a little while
Tired little girl
She does the best that she can
Trying to be gay
For a sad young man
While a grimy moon
Blossoms up above
All the sad young men
They play at making love
Misbegotten moon
Shine for sad young men
May your gentle light
Guide them home again
All the sad young men