Lyrics The Ballad of the Sad Young Men - Johnny Hartman

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
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 saddest 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 man
While a grimy moon
Watches from above
All the sad young men
That play at making love
Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men
Let your gentle light guide them home again
All the sad young men