Going out each day to score
She was no whore but for me
Celebrating every day
The way she thought it should be.
And now I donХt know what to do
Now pink has turned to blue
She was always by my side
And never tried to leave
Standing up for me
And like a tree for what she believed
No more rope and too much dope
SheХs lying on the bed
Angels pacing
Gently placing roses Фround her head
| 1 | Diane |
| 2 | Sorry Somehow |
| 3 | In A Free Land |
| 4 | Standing in The Rain |
| 5 | Terms Of Psychic Warfare |
| 6 | Games |
| 7 | First Of The Last Calls |
| 8 | Flexible Flyer |
| 9 | Powerline |
| 10 | Amusement |