The Last Ones Standing

One in a million Pressing on to figure out The meaning of remnants from a fading trend So what makes a man if another holds his heart? I'll bet it's the remnants That make us who we are This is how we come to make amends Maybe we're the last ones standing Staring at the stripes we see across the sky We'll keep remembering the way we were tonight Maybe we're the last ones standing Waking up to sounds we've come to know and love We'll keep remembering we've been waiting for this So this is my progress Does a day turn into night? Or does it take over? Over done and over due Such is a man to make it harder to believe But aren't we all simple? Simply difficult to read This is how we come to make amends