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 to listen.
To the sound, like the sun, goin' down.
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The magic the mornin', is bringin' home
A song for a life, I have found.
It keeps my feet... on the ground. |
