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 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 a little while

 

Tired little girl Does the best she can Trying to be gay For a sad young man

 

While the grimy moon Watches from above All the sad young men Play at making love

 

Misbegotten moon Shine for sad young men Let your gentle light Guide them home tonight All the sad young men