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