Lyrics:

(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.