art of almost lyrics – wilco

“art of almost”

i froze

i can’t be so far away from my wasteland
i’ll never know when i might ambulance
or hoist the h*rns with my own hands
almost… almost…

i heard a faint old age true love
but i had other ways to help myself
like calling i could open up my heart and fall
and i blame it all on dust, the art of almost
almost… almost… almost…

i hold it up, i shake the grade
disobey across the waves, tomorrow
i have all the love i could ever ache
and i leave almost with you, art of almost
almost… almost…

/ wilco lyrics