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 know   With 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 might      I'm going back to the ones that I know   With 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 know   With 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 know   With 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