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 then make it right? For sixty days and eighty nights And not givin' in and lose the fight I'm going back to the ones that I knowWith whom I can be what I want to be And 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 Give sixty days for just one night Don't think I'd make it but then I mightI'm going back to the ones that I knowWith whom I can be what I want to be And 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 knowWith whom I can be what I want to be And 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 knowWith whom I can be what I want to be And just one week for the feeling to go And with you there to help me, then it probably will
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 then make it right? For sixty days and eighty nights And not givin' in and lose the fight I'm going back to the ones that I knowWith whom I can be what I want to be And 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 Give sixty days for just one night Don't think I'd make it but then I mightI'm going back to the ones that I knowWith whom I can be what I want to be And 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 knowWith whom I can be what I want to be And 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 knowWith whom I can be what I want to be And just one week for the feeling to go And with you there to help me, then it probably will