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.