All You Folks Back Home

I'll Never Tell You This

You're Not Supposed To Know

Where Your Daughter Is

There Are Ways Of Life

You Never Understood

It's Right Here

Downtown Hollywood

It's Afternoon On Sunset Boulevard

I've Got A Stolen Moment Trying Hard

To Write A Kind Of Christmas Card


But I Am Burning Out Again

Tonight There Is Fever In My Veins


Mama, Dear

All The Love You Gave

I Guess There's Really Nothing

Nothing Much To Save

This Place Is As Steardy As I Feel Myself

There Are Still Some Riches

At The Roosevelt

That Evening Prayer

Those Memories

In My Little Bedroom, Mama, On My

Knees

That's Where I Am At

Down In Los Angeles


And I Am Burning Out Again

And I Must Rise Above The Shame

Tonight There Is Fever In My Veins


Just Think Of The Girl I Used To Be

You Were My Age Once, Mama

Twenty-three

I Can Still Hear Some Of The Songs You

Used To Play

From That Summer Of Love In '68

Seems It's Turned Into A Winter Of Hate


And I Am Burning Out Again