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 drinking up the 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 are 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 that s the cruelest part all the sad young men seek a certain smile someone they can hold for just a little while tired little girl she does the best she does the best that she can trying to be gay for a sad young man while a grimy moon blossoms up above all the sad young men they play at making love at making love misbegotten moon shine for sad young men may your gentle light guide them home again all the sad sad sad young men1