Roberta Flack - Ballad Of 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
Drinking up the night 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 youth
Trying to be brave Running from the truth

Autumm 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
She does the best That she can
Trying to be gay For a sad young man

While a grimy moon
Blossoms up above
All the sad young men
They play At making love

Misbegotten moon Shine
For sad young men
May your gentle light
Guide them home again All the sad
Sad sad young men