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
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 a little while
Tired little girl
Does the best she can
Trying to be gay
For a sad young man
While the grimy moon
Watches from above
All the sad young men
Play at making love
Misbegotten moon
Shine for sad young men
Let your gentle light
Guide them home tonight
All the sad young men
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 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 a little while Tired little girl Does the best she can Trying to be gay For a sad young man While the grimy moon Watches from above All the sad young men Play at making love Misbegotten moon Shine for sad young men Let your gentle light Guide them home tonight All the sad young men Explain Request ×
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