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