Intro
Verse
D A
Well I don't drink as much as I ought to, Lately it just ain't my style.
D D/C# Bm Bm/A
G A D
And the hard times don't cut, like they used to. They pass quicker like
when I was a child.
Chorus
G A D G
A Bm Bm/A
And somehow I learned how to listen, to the sound of the sun dying down.
G A D G D D/C#
Bm Bm/A
Knowing in the morning I'll be singing, A song for this life I have found,
G A D
You know it keeps my feet on the ground.
Instrumental
D D/C# Bm Bm/A G
Verse
A D A
Well the midsummer days sit so heavy, they don't flow like the breeze
through your mind.
D D/C# Bm Bm/A G A D
when nothing feels in a hurry, you make up for some ol' lost time.