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 nights 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 are 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 see the sudden smile

Someone they can hold for just a little while

Tired little girl

She does the best, 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

At making love

Misbegotten moon, shine for sad young men

Let your gentle light guide them home again

All the sad, sad, sad young men