I don't drink as much as I ought to lately it just ain't my style
And the hard times don't hurt like they use to They pass quickly like when I was a child
And somehow I've learned how to listen For the sound like the sun going down
In the magic that morning is Bring-ing There's a song for the life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground.
The midst of her days ain't so heavy They blow by like a breeze through your mind.
And nothing appears in a hurry To make up for some old lonesome times.
And somehow I've learned how to listen For the sound like the sun going down
In the magic that morning is Bring-ing There's a song for the life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground.
