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