Ballad of the Sad Young Men - Lyrics - Jane Monheit

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 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 words 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 a little while Tired little girl does the best she can Trying to be gay for her sad young man While the grimy moon watches from up above All the sad young men play of making love Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men May your gentle light guide them home tonight All the sad young men