David Says He Prays

It's Morning, Jesus. It's Morning, and Here's That Light and Sound All Over Again

I'm Crying and Shouting Inside Tonight, Lord, and I'm Feeling Completely Alone

It's Bumper to Bumper, and the Traffic Is Stalled

Look Up at That Window, Lord, Where the Old Guy Is Sitting

It's a Jazz Spot, Jesus

Blacks and Whites Make Me Angry, Lord

The Kids Are Smiling, Jesus, on the Tenement Stoop

What Was Hiroshima Like, Jesus, When the Bomb Fell?

I Want to Be Alone and Not to Be Alone, Both at the Same Time