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