Wilco - Hummingbird |
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Hummingbird
Wilco His goal in life was to be an echo Riding alone, town after town, toll after toll She appears in his dreams A dream can mean anything A fixed bayonet through the great southwest to forget her But in his car and in his arms A cheap sunset on a television set can upset her But he never could Standing still in your past Remember to remember me Floating fast like a hummingbird His goal in life was to be an echo Like a feather The type of sound that floats around and then back down But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans Or anything No one could hear him So he slept on a mountain He would lie awake and count them In a sleeping bag underneath the stars Would never let him And the gray fountain spray of the great Milky Way 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 |
