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.
Somehow I've learned how to listen
For a sound like the sun going down.
In the magic the morning is bringing,
There's a song for the life I have found.
It keeps my feet on the ground.
Don't the midsummer days sit so heavy.
But don't they flow like a breeze through your mind.
And nothing occurs in a hurry
To make up for someone's lost time.
Somehow I've learned how to listen
For a sound like the sun going down.
In the magic the morning is bringing,
There's a song for the friend I have found.
She keeps my feet on the ground.
Somehow I've learned how to listen
For a sound like the breeze dying down.
In the magic the morning is bringing,
There's a song for the life I have found.
It keeps my feet on the ground.
It keeps my feet on the ground.