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 nights
And 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 youth
Trying to be brave
Running from the truth

While a grimy moon watches from above
All the sad young men play at making love
Misbegotten moon, shine for sad young men

Let your gentle light
Guide them home again
All the sad young men