Hummingbird (Alternate Version)

His goal in life was to be an echo Riding alone, town after town, toll after toll A fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her She appears in his dreams But in his car and in his arms a dream could mean anything A cheap sunset on a television set could upset her But he never could His goal had become to be an echo The type of sound that floats around and then back down Like a feather And in the deep chrome canyons and the loudest Manhattans No one could hear him Or anything So he slept on a mountain Sleeping bag underneath the stars, he would lie awake and count them And the gray fountain spray of the great Milky Way would never let him Die alone Remember to remember me Standing still in your past Floating fast like a hummingbird Remember to remember me Standing still in your past Floating fast like a hummingbird A hummingbird A hummingbird A hummingbird A hummingbird Like a hummingbird Hummingbird