In days of peace,

Sweet smelling summer nights

Of wine and song.

Dusty pavements, burning feet.



Why am I crying? I want to know.

How can I smile and make it right

For sixty days and eighty nights,

And not give in and lose the fight?



I'm going back to the ones that I know

With whom I can be what I want to be.

Just one week for the feeling to go,

And with you there to help me then it probably will.



I won't go down

Acting the same old play.

Gave sixty days for just one night.

Don't think I'd make it, but I'd bet I might.



I'm going back to the ones that I know

With whom I can be what I want to be.

Just one week for the feeling to go,

And with you there to help me then it probably will.



I'm going back to the ones that I know

With whom I can be what I want to be.

Just one week for the feeling to go,

And with you there to help me then it probably will.



I'm going back to the ones that I know

With whom I can be what I want to be.

Just one week for the feeling to go,

And with you there to help me then it probably will