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 can mean anything 
A cheap sunset on a television set can upset her 
But he never could 

Remember to remember me 
Standing still in your past 
Floating fast like a hummingbird 

His goal in life was to be an echo 
The type of sound that floats around and then back down 
Like a feather 
But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans 
No one could hear him 
Or anything 

So he slept on a mountain 
In a 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