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