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