I don't drink as much as I used to
Yet lately it just ain't my style
And hard times don't last like they used to
They passed quicker, like when I was a child
Somehow I've learned how to listen
To a sound like the sun going down
And the magic the morning is bringing home
A song for a life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground
The midsummer days sit so heavy
But don't they blow like a breeze through your mind
When nothing appears in a hurry
To make up for someone's lost time
Somehow I've learned how to listen
To a sound like the sun going down
And the magic the morning is bringing home
A song for a life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground
Writer(s): Rodney Crowell
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