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