Well I don't drink as much as I used to, lately it just ain't my style,
And the hard times don't hurt like they ought to,
They pass quickly like when I was a child,
And some how I've learned how to listen,
For a sound like the sun goin down,
In the magic the mornin is bringin,
There's a song for the life I have found,
It keeps my feet on the ground,
And a mid-summer days sits so heavy,
But don't they flow like the breeze through your mind,
When nothin appears in a hurry, to make up for someone's lost time,
And some how I've learned how to listen,
For a sound like the sun goin down,
In the magic the mornin is bringin,
There's a song for the life I have found,
It keeps my feet on the ground,
And some how I've learned how to listen,
For a sound like the breeze dyin down,
In the magic the mornin is bringin,
There's a song for the friend I have found,
She keeps my feet on the ground, she keeps my feet on the ground.