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