Sunday Best

We've always tried to create something that's not there.
You want this so bad and I don't know what to say.
The simple people would call me speechless, but this is so much more.
Just sit outside this desolate train station and try to think of a way.

You're racking your brain for answers, only to find nothing.
Hasn't anyone ever told you? Nothing comes easy anymore.
If you want this bad enough, then you'd try so hard your ears would bleed.
The prize is always so much better when it's something you've been working for.

So try a little harder to work a little faster. There's not much more you can do.
This is an uppercase situation in a lowercase world. But that can change.
I hate to see those beautiful eyes completely bloodshot, but that's what it takes.
You're a clean freak about your thoughts, but your mind is blank, there's nothing left for you to rearrange.

So tonight we'll pretend to be something we're not. You could use the glory.
We'll take one step forward and two steps back.
It'll get us right where we should be. We're not getting anywhere with this.
Meet me in your Sunday best, and we can make a list of everything we lack.