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