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 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'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, 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, does the best she can   Trying to be gay, for a sad young men     While a grimy moon, watches from above   All the sad young men, who play at making love     Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men   Let your gentle light guide them home again   All the sad, sad, sad, young men   (transcribed by Roman )