(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 pa** 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