| High in the ranks of the bleeding hearts | |
| With one to call my own | |
| On the docks of the fishing boats | |
| Of semi precious stone | |
| Recent light | |
| Fresh with vacant envy | |
| Failing all alone | |
| Frigid spring | |
| Of the wishy washy wishing well of home | |
| Missing the mark | |
| At your seat in the dark | |
| At a barter banquet, amen | |
| Riding the ride and unleashing the tide | |
| Of a maiden's mood swing, amen | |
| Won't go as planned without asking the hand | |
| Of the mastermind, amen | |
| Heavenly harness of obstinate power | |
| He's down on her knees | |
| Far in the land of the scribble scrabble | |
| Lightning field of loam | |
| Where the plow pushed sod with devilled hooves of clones | |
| Shanty towns | |
| Harvest hollyhocks | |
| All frothing full of foam | |
| Past the claws of the city light is the doorstep you call home | |
| Call homeShe needs you | |
| He's down on her knees | |
| Call homeShe needs you | |
| He's down on her knees | |
| She needs you |