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.

Going back to the ones that I know,
With whom I can be what I want to be.
Just one week for the feelings 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.

Going back to the ones that I know,
With whom I can be what I want to be.
Just one week for the feelings to go
And with you there to help me then it
Probably will.