Wishin’ and Hopin’
I can’t belive (that we would lie in our graves thinking of things taht we might have been)
I Want To Believe
I’m a Believer
Honesty (is such a lonely word)
Word Up.
Wake up
Morning Has Broken
Shattered Dreams
In my hands…
Blood and Roses
Red Roses for a Blue Lady
Devil with a Blue Dress On
Long cool woman (in a black dress)
Paint it Black
Paint Your Wagon
Welcome to the jungle.
Concrete Jungle
On the Street Where You Live
Where Eagles Fly