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