The Ballad Of The Sad Young Men
                          
                               Sing a song of sad young men
  Glasses full of rye
  All the news is bad again so
  Kiss your dreams goodbye
  
  All the sad young men sitting in the bars
  Knowing neon nights 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.
  Autumn turns the leaves to gold
  Slowly dies the heart
  Sad young men are growing old
  And that's the cruelest part
  All the sad young men seek a certain smile
  Someone they can hold for a little while
  Tired little girl does the best she can
  Trying to be gay for her sad young man
  While the grimy moon watches from above
  All the sad young men play of making love
  Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men
  let your gentle light guide them home tonight
  All the sad young men