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