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