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 worth

 Trying to be brave, running from the truth

 Autumm turns the leaves gold

 Slowly dies the heart

 Sad young men are growing old

 And 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 her sad young man

 While the grimy moon watches from above

 All the sad young men play of making love

 Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men

 Let your gentle light guide them home tonight

 All the sad young men