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 lights 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 words

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 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 up above

All the sad young men play of making love

Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men

May your gentle light guide them home tonight

All the sad young men