i don't drink as much as i used to
lately
it just ain't my style
and hard times don't last like they used to
they pass quicker
like when i was a child. somehow i've learned how to listen
to a sound like the sun going down
and the magic the morning is bringing home
a song for a life i have found
it keeps my feet on the ground
the midsummer days sit so heavy
but don't they blow like a breeze through your mind
when nothing appears in a hurry
to make up for someone's lost time