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