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.