Feeling My Blues
I Tear Myself Away
He Will Never Have To Hear
What I Had To Say
My Little Words
Are Lost In The Wind
With No Where To Go
And I Am Just Like Them

There's A Voice In The Alley
In The Cold Bare Arms Of A Tree
When The Moon Sails High, A Ghost Ship
In A Dark And Lonely Sea
Mockingbird, Your Song Burns Right Through Me

Like That Little Mockingbird
High Up In The Pine
All I Do Is Worry, All I Do Is Cry
We're Lost In The Shadows Of A Beautiful Spring
Empty-handed Lovers, All We Do Is Sing