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