(Rodney Crowell)

Well 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 quicker, like when I was a child

And 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

And the midsummer days sit so heavy

But don't they flow like the breeze through your mind

When nothing appears in a hurry

To make up for someone's lost time

And 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

And 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 friend I have found

She keeps my feet on the ground

She keeps my feet on the ground