Wilco Art Of Almost
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 olé, 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, I shake the great
Disobey across the waves, tomorrow
I'll have all the love
I could ever ache
And I'll leave almost with you
Art of almost
Almost
Almost
Almost
