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

Knowing neon lights

Missing all the stars

Oh, the sad young men

Drifting through the town

Drinking of the night

And trying not to drown

Oh, the sad young men

Singing in the cold

Trying to forget

That they're growing old

All the sad young men

Choking on their youth

Let your gentle light

Guide them home again

Oh, the sad young men