| I don’t drink as much as I ought to |
| Lately it just ain’t my style |
| The hard times don’t hurt like they used to |
| They pass quicker like when I was a child |
| Somehow I’ve learned how to listen |
| For a sound like the sun going down |
| In the magic that morning is bringing |
| There’s a song for the life I have found |
| It keeps my feet on the ground |
| The midsummer days ain’t so heavy |
| They just flow like the breeze through your mind |
| And nothing appears in a hurry |
| To make up for some ole lost times |
| Somehow I’ve learned how to listen |
| For a sound like the sun going down |
| In the magic that morning is bringing |
| There’s a song for the life I have found |
| It keeps my feet on the ground |
| Somehow I’ve learned how to listen |
| And it sounds like the breeze dying down |
| In the magic that morning is bringing |
| There’s a song for the friend I have found |
| She keeps my feet on the ground |