D  D/C#  Bm  Bm/A  G  A  D
D  D/C#  Bm  Bm/A  G  A

[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.