| Opening Lines | Song |
| Know your place in life is where you want to be... | |
| The office door closed early. The hidden bottle came out | |
| Nature has some new plague to run in our streets... | |
| To live between a rock and a hard place... in between time... | |
| A hot and windy August afternoon has the trees in constant motion... | |
| Imagine a time when it all began. In the dying days of a war... | |
| An ill wind comes arising across the cities of the plain... | |
| Here we go --- vertigo. Video vertigo | |
| And the meek shall inherit the earth... | |
| Living on a lighted stage approaches the unreal... | |
| When the ebbing tide retreats along the rocky shoreline... | |
| A boy alone, so far from home. Endless rooftops from my window. | |
| Proud swagger out of the schoolyard- waiting for the world's applause. | |
| If we are so much the same, like I always hear why such different fortunes and fates? | |
| I get up at seven, yeah, and I go to work at nine. | |
| Waiting for the winds of change to sweep the clouds away | |
| Begin the day with a friendly voice- a companion unobtrusive... | |
| If we burn our wings flying too close to the sun... | |