I don't drink as much as I use to, Yeah, lately, it just ain't my style. And hard times, don't last, like the use to, They pass quicker, like when I was, a child. And somehow... I've learned how, to listen. To the sound, like, the sun goin' down. The magic, the mornin', is bringin' home. A song for, a life, I have found. It' keeps my feet on the ground. The mid summer days, sit so heavy. But, don't they blow like, a breeze, through your mind. When nothin', appears, in a hurry. To make up for, someones... lost time. Somehow... I've learned how to listen. To the sound, like the sun, goin' down. & The magic, the mornin', is bringin' home A song for, a life, I have found. It keeps my feet... on the ground. |
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