Chapter 54

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

and missing all the stars.

drifting through the town

drinking up the night

trying not to frown.

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 gay

 running from the truth.

All the sad, sad, sad young men.

Autumn turns the leaves to gold

slowly dies the heart.

Sad young men

are growing old,

that's the cruelest part.

Like in real life, Sad you men continues on the next page: