Sing a song of sad young mennGlasses full of ryenAll the news is bad againnKiss your dreams goodbyenAll the sad young mennSitting in the barsnKnowing neon lightsnMissing all the starsnOh, the sad young mennDrifting through the townnDrinking of the nightnAnd trying not to drownnOh, the sad young mennSinging in the coldnTrying to forgetnThat they're growing oldnAll the sad young mennChoking on their youthnLet your gentle lightnGuide them home againnOh, the sad young men