Some mornings you need a loud dose of Jethro Tull to get the paint flowing.

With You There To Help Me

Ian Anderson

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.

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