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