(Crowell)

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. Ooh, yes, it keeps my feet on the ground.