Sing a song of sad young man

Glasses full of rye

All the news is bad again so

Kiss your dreams goodbye



All the sad young men

Sitting in the bars

Knowing neon nights

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



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 a little while

Tired little bird, she does the best she can

Trying to be gay for her sad young man



While the grimy moon

Blossoms up above

All the sad young men

Play of making love



Misbegotten moon

Shine for sad young men

Let your gentle light

Guide them home again

All the sad young men