Lyrics:

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