I don't drink as much as I used to.   Lately it just ain't my style.   And hard times don't hurt like they ought to.   They pass quicker like when I's a child.   Somehow I've learned how to listen.   For a sound like the sun goin' 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 nothin' 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 goin' down.   In the magic the morning is bringing.   There's a song for a friend I have found.   She keeps my feet on the ground.            Somehow I've learned how to listen.   For a sound like the breeze dyin' down.   In the magic the morning is bringing.   There's a song for the life I have found.   Keeps my feet on the ground.   Oh yeah, that keeps my feet on the ground.