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. 


[Refrão]
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.