Once in the spring of my twenty-fourth year   I had nothing to say   With a dangling promise and 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 kinda 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