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 bar Knowing neon lights, 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, they're singing in the cold Trying to forget, that they're growing old All the sad young men, just choking on their youth Trying to be brave, running from the truth All the sad young men, they're singing in the cold Autumn turns the leaves to gold, slowly dies the heart Sad young men are growing old, that's the saddest part All the sad young men, they seek a certain smile Someone they can hold for a little while Tired little girl, she does the best she can Trying to be gay, for her sad young man While a grimy moon, watches from above All the sad young men, laying making love Misbegotten moon, shines the sad young men Let your gentle light, guide them home tonight All the sad young men