| Scurrying across the broadwalk | |
| Some places I tend to forget | |
| Echoings deep in my throat | |
| It's so cold in this luncheonette, well | |
| Somebody wants to know you | |
| An ordinary boy | |
| Somebody wants to know you | |
| A standard polaroid, well | |
| Here I am | |
| European son | |
| Sometimes the passenger | |
| European son | |
| Here I am | |
| Suffragettes in Washington | |
| Disposable serviettes | |
| Searching for the quiet life | |
| There's no love in this luncheonette, well |