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
 Sad sad young men