Take a Look Around, Baby
Tell Me What You See
'cause What You See Is What You Found
What You Found Is What You Need
Life Is Hard
There's a Feeling On the Boulevard
Everybody's Got to Play a Final Card a Way to Go
Do the Deed Throw the Punches Like Apollo Creed
'cause There's a Bunch of Ways to Make It Bleed I Know
Well the Words of the Prophets Are no Longer Written On Thesubway Walls
One of Them Lost His Hair
The Other Publishes Poetry Here and There and That Is All
But, the Things You Said to Me I Cannot Forget Although I Try
To Ignore the Space Beside Me Where We Used to Love and You Wouldlie
She Gets the Feeling
She Gets the Feeling
Up Through the Ceiling Is the Only View
As I Was Walking Out the Door She Said
You Don't Want to Go Around the World With Me
Anyway
The San Francisco Blues It Was a Piece of News to Me
It Was a Little Blue Book and a Night Time Nook of One's Zenphilosophy Late At Night
A Man Desires a Woman White Or Tan, But the Fires Are Flamed By
Names and Traces and the Places and the Faces and It's All Thesame In
The Morning Game When
She Gets the Feeling
She Gets the Feeling
Up Through the Ceiling Is the Only View
As I Was Walking Out the Door She Said
Why Don't Want to Come Around the World With Me
Everyday I Climb the Mountain
Everyday I Drive a Car
Every Night I Turn the Lights Off
It Goes Too Far
Woh, Woh, Woh, Woh...
She Gets the Feeling
She Gets the Feeling
Up Through the Ceiling Is the Only View
She Says Baby I Just Can't Believe
You Don't Want to Go Around the World With Me