Born to Hum

Once in the spring of my twenty-fourth year

I had nothing to say

With a dangling promise, a terrible past

I threw all the words away

We were born to hum

You were the last in my twenty-fourth year

To make a demand of my voice

I tickled your ear and I laughed in your face

I gave you my choice

We were born to hum

We were born to hum

Hum

Hum

So as a gradual running, a kind of relief

Settles on my face

Once in a while I complain to myself

Nothing gets done

Nothing's in place

I, I would rather hum

I, I would rather hum

Hum

Hum

Hum