歌手:Wilco
专辑:《A ghost is born》

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