Well I don't drink as much as I ought to, Lately it just ain't my style.
And the hard times don't cut, like they used to. They pass quicker like
when I was a child.
And somehow I learned how to listen, to the sound of the sun dying down.
Knowing in the morning I'll be singing, A song for this life I have found,
You know it keeps my feet on the ground.
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Well the midsummer days sit so heavy, they don't flow like the breeze
through your mind.
when nothing feels in a hurry, you make up for some ol' lost time.