(E)I don't drink as(B)much as I(C#m)ought to.
(A)lately it(B)just ain't my(E)style.
(E)And the hard times don't(B)hurt like they
(E)They pass quickly(A)like when I was a(E)child.And
(A)somehow I've(B)learned how to(E)listen.For the
(A)sound like the(B)sun going(C#m)down.In the
(A)magic that(B)morning is(E)Bring(A)ing.There's a
(E)song for the(B)life I have(C#m)found.It keeps my
(A)feet on the(E)ground.
The midsummer days ain't so heavy.
They blow by like a breeze through your mind.
And nothing appears in a hurry.
To make up for some old lonesome times.
Somehow I've learned how to listen.
And it sounds like a breeze dying down.
In the magic that morning is bringing.
There's a song for the friend I have found.
She keeps my feet on the ground.