| Singer, sing a song | |
| A little heart and soul | |
| Singer, sing it soft and low | |
| Such a lonely key | |
| Feels like home to me | |
| A familiar melody | |
| Passing the hours when only music saves the night | |
| I feel like an angel in a window | |
| Forbidden to fly | |
| Passing the hours how I just lose track of time | |
| Passing the hours | |
| Simple life of mine | |
| Left it all behind | |
| It's a charge I can't deny | |
| Singer, sing the blues | |
| Nothing left to lose | |
| Watch the world go drifting by | |
| Passing the hours when only music saves the night | |
| I feel like an angel in a window | |
| Forbidden to fly | |
| Passing the hours how I just lose track of time | |
| Passing the hours | |
| I hate my dreams to die | |
| It's wearing me out | |
| And no wonder why | |
| I'm just a face in a crowd | |
| All serving time | |
| Passing the hours when only music saves the night | |
| I feel like an angel in a window | |
| Forbidden to fly | |
| Passing the hours how I just lose track of time | |
| Passing the hours | |
| Passing the hours when only music saves the night | |
| Passing the hours | |
| Passing the hours | |
| Passing the hours |