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 youngmen. Sitting in the bars. Knowing neon nights. Missing all the stars
wanna make love, I don't wanna make plans. I don't want anyone to want to hold my hand. I don't wanna make love, I don't wanna make plans. (All the sad youngmen). We're all beautful now like they
wanna make love, I don't wanna make plans. I don't want anyone to want to hold my hand. I don't wanna make love, I don't wanna make plans. (All the sad youngmen). We're all beautful now like they
Written by James Young. Lead vocals by James Young people say with age there comes experience. but as soon as you are born you start to die. older men are chosen to speak wisely. but call the
face come peeping through my window Pictures of matchstick men and you. Mirages of matchstick men and you. All I ever see is them and you Windows echo your reflection. When I look in their direction
"Take care daughter dear. Don't dream on any gallant men tonight. Take care daughter dear. For the doctor comes to steal your goods in the dead of night. Every sigh he'll hear,. So wear your
