Artist: Lucinda Williams Title: Steal Your Love

Did they lay down a law and lock up your heart
I'm gonna have to steal your love
Some laws should be broken from the start
I'm gonna have to steal your love

You ain't about to give it up for no one
I'm gonna have to steal your love
I don't need a knife, I don't need a gun
I know how to steal your love

I don't want your drugs and I don't want your money
I just wanna steal your love
I want you to squeeze me and call me honey
I just wanna steal your love

Give me your strong hand and go away with me
I'm gonna have to steal your love
Come on and let me kiss you and set you free
I'm gonna have to steal your love...

Artist: Augustana Title: Sunday Best

When she's sleeping on the sofa,
When she's laying in her Sunday best,
when she's turning over Friday,
I could swear I'm sleeping less and less...
and the ocean's getting warmer,
and California's on her mind,
Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright,

but I won't...
no I won't...

Cause she's already out the door,
she's already out of here
she's already gone away...already gone away...

When I'm coming over Sunday
and I think about you all the time,
I wonder what you're doin
I wonder why you never cry,
When Boston's always raining,
And we never ever seemed alive,
I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well

but I won't...
no I won't...

Cause she's already out the door,
she's already out of here
she's already gone away...already gone away...

Artist: Ben Lee Title: Nothing Much Happens

It's sad and spent
Feel the motion again
Stop and pause
Then move some more

Still surprise you when it shatters
But nothing matters
Still surprise you when it shatters
Don't you know that nothing happens
But a lot goes on
A lot goes on
But nothing happens
A lot goes on
A lot goes on
But nothing happens

Choose a town
Find a girl to follow around
Stay on track
And just sit back

Still surprise you when it shatters
But nothing matters
Still surprise you when it shattered
Don't you know that nothing happens
But a lot goes on
A lot goes on
But nothing happens
A lot goes on
A lot goes on
But nothing happens
A lot goes on
A lot goes on
But nothing happens
A lot goes on
A lot goes on
But nothing happens

Artist: Jamie O'Neale Title: There Is No Arizona

He promised her a new and better life, out in Arizona
Underneath the blue never ending sky, swore that he was gonna
Get things in order, he'd send for her
When he left her behind, it never crossed her mind

There is no Arizona
No Painted Desert, no Sedona
If there was a Grand Canyon
She could fill it up with the lies he's told her
But they don't exist, those dreams he sold her
She'll wake up and find
There is no Arizona

She got a postcard with no return address, postmarked Tombstone
It said "I don't know where I'm goin' next but when I do
I'll let you know"
May, June, July, she wonders why
She's still waiting, she'll keep waiting 'cause

There is no Arizona
No Painted Desert, no Sedona
If there was a Grand Canyon
She could fill it up with the lies he's told her
But they don't exist, those dreams he sold her
She'll wake up and find
There is no Arizona

Each day the sun sets into the west
Her heart sinks lower in her chest and
Friends keep asking when she's going
Finally she tells them don't you know

There is no Arizona
No Painted Desert, no Sedona
If there was a Grand Canyon
She could fill it up with the lies he's told her
But they don't exist, those dreams he sold her
She'll wake up and find
There is no Arizona

He promised her a new and better life, out in Arizona

Artist: Snow Patrol Title: Set The Fire To The Third Bar

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms