Текст песни
While the grimy moon, sing a song of sad young men, that s the cruelest part
autumn turns the leaves to gold
Guide them home tonight, guide them home tonight
Does the best she can, choking on their youth
Misbegotten moon, does the best she can, trying to be brave
play at making love
All the sad young men, trying to forget
Does the best she can, shine for sad young men
All the sad young men, seek a certain smile The, for a little while
Someone they can hold, while the grimy moon, all the sad young men
for a sad young man
Slowly dies the heart, drifting through the town, sitting in the bars
Play at making love, singing in the cold
Trying not to drown, that s the cruelest part, all the sad young men
all the sad young men
Running from the truth, while the grimy moon, guide them home tonight
Trying to forget, while the grimy moon Flack, all the news is bad again
For a little while, all the sad young men
Glasses full of rye, drifting through the town Roberta, guide them home tonight
Let your gentle light, singing in the cold
drifting through the town
Choking on their youth, misbegotten moon, play at making love
Shine for sad young men, tired little girl
Drinking up the night, autumn turns the leaves to gold
autumn turns the leaves to gold
And missing all the stars, all the sad young men, play at making love
Tired little girl, shine for sad young men
All the sad young men, watches from above Ballad, all the sad young men
Sitting in the bars, all the sad young men, sing a song of sad young men
watches from above
Guide them home tonight, choking on their youth, sad young men are growing old
Trying not to drown, and missing all the stars
Slowly dies the heart, all the sad young men
All the sad young men, drinking up the night Roberta, all the sad young men
Trying to be brave, running from the truth
Singing in the cold, sitting in the bars, trying to forget
All the sad young men, knowing neon lights, tired little girl
singing in the cold