Art Of Almost

No! I froze I can't be so Far away from my wasteland I never know when I might Ambulance 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 and I could blame it all on dust The art of almost Almost Almost Almost I'll hold it up I'll shake the grail Disobey across the waves Tomorrow I'll have all the love I could ever ache And I'll leave almost with you All of almost Almost Art of almost, almost Art of almost, almost --- Art of Almost - Wilco