Ballad of the Sad Young Men Roberta Flack

[Verse 1]
Sing a song of sad young men
Glasses full of rye
All the news is bad again
Kiss your dreams goodbye

[Bridge]
All the sad young men
Sitting in the bars
Drinking up the nights
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 are growing old
All the sad young men
Choking on their youth
Trying to be brave
Running from the truth

[Verse 2]
Autumn turns the leaves to gold
Slowly dies the heart
Sad young men are growing old
That's the cruelest part