With You There to Help Me

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