Wilco — Art Of Almost lyrics

Lyrics

No, I froze, I can’t be so Far away from my wasteland
I’ll never know when I might ambulance
Or hoist the horns with my own hands
Almost, almost
I heard a faint ole', true love
But I had other ways to hurt myself like calling
I could open up my heart and fall in I could blame it all on dust
The art of almost, almost
Almost, almost
I hold it up, shake the grail
Dissipate across the waves, tomorrow
I’ll have all the love I could ever ache
And I’ll leave out most with you
Art of almost, almost
Art of almost, almost
Art of almost, almost