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 Give sixty days for just one night Don't think I'd make it but then 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