You can't fake yourself happy But you can hate yourself thin And I guess that's good enough for him You never liked him anyways Isn't that the way it always goes Your life could have been so much bigger With Marco or Mohawk Paul Now the baby's crying You're crying for your mom Everybody's leaving The winter lingers on And here you stand, a lost cause A lost cause Well you can't make the world love you But you can nurse a memory And I guess that's why you drink For your star died long ago But the heart it wanders on All you need is one hit single The perfect summer song Now this empty barroom Becomes your prison walls Time slips through your fingers Tomorrow marches on And here you sit a lost cause A lost cause A lost cause You can make it if you try You can make it if you try You can make it if you try You can make it if you try You can make it if you try A lost cause