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.