| Song | Windfall |
| Artist | Son Volt |
| Album | Selections from the DVD "Son Volt Live - 6 String Belief" |
| Lyrics：Jay Farrar Music：Jay Farrar | |
| Now and then it keeps you running | |
| It never seems to die | |
| The trail's spent with fear | |
| Not enough living on the outside | |
| Never seem to get far enough | |
| Staying in between the lines | |
| Hold on to what you can | |
| Waiting for the end | |
| Not knowing when | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel, | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| Trying to make it far enough, to the next time zone | |
| Few and far between past the midnight hour | |
| Never feel alone, you're really not alone... | |
| Switching it over to AM | |
| Searching for a truer sound | |
| Can't recall the call letters | |
| Steel guitar and settle down | |
| Catching an all-night station somewhere in Louisiana | |
| It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel, | |
| May the wind take your troubles away. |
| Lyrics: Jay Farrar Music: Jay Farrar | |
| Now and then it keeps you running | |
| It never seems to die | |
| The trail' s spent with fear | |
| Not enough living on the outside | |
| Never seem to get far enough | |
| Staying in between the lines | |
| Hold on to what you can | |
| Waiting for the end | |
| Not knowing when | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel, | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| Trying to make it far enough, to the next time zone | |
| Few and far between past the midnight hour | |
| Never feel alone, you' re really not alone... | |
| Switching it over to AM | |
| Searching for a truer sound | |
| Can' t recall the call letters | |
| Steel guitar and settle down | |
| Catching an allnight station somewhere in Louisiana | |
| It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| May the wind take your troubles away | |
| Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel, | |
| May the wind take your troubles away. |