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 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