| Opening Line | Song | Album |
| Every finger in the room is pointing at me... | |
| No one's picking up the phone, guess it's me and me... | |
| Clouds descending, I'm not policing what you think and dream... | |
| She's addicted to nicotine patches... | |
| Had me a trick and a kick and your message... | |
| I've been on the other side, got my lips smacked now they're dry... | |
| Tears on the sleeve of a man, don't wanna be a boy today... | |
| So I ran faster, but it caught me here... | |
| Flazen hair blowing in the breeze, it is time for the geese to head south... | |
| From here no lines are drawn, from here no lands are owned... | |
| | Opening Line | Song | Album |
| And through the life force and there goes her friend... | |
| Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens... | |
| Love hold my hand, help me see with the dawn... | |
| On my way up north, up on the Ventura... | |
| Is there a way out of this? If there is I don't see it... | |
| Excuse me but can I be you for a while... | |
| A Bouvier till her wedding day... | |
| All the world just stopped now... | |
| Maybe I'm the afterglow, 'cause I'm with the band you know... | |
| Lucky me, I guessed the kind of man that you would turn out to be... | |
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