Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
Erin McKeown
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
Born To Hum was produced by David Chalfant.