His goal in life was to be an nickel   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