| She was American honey blonde | |
| Perfect reflection of | |
| Venus the god of love | |
| No comparison | |
| Pour a little wine my love | |
| Why don't you pour a little wine | |
| She was American honey blonde | |
| Lost direction | |
| As she fell to me from the stars | |
| First connection | |
| Little light in my arms | |
| Who's this little light | |
| Ooooh she was carved in stone | |
| Ooooh but more than blood and bone | |
| Ooooh I wrote a thousand songs | |
| But I'm still here | |
| On my own |