Wilco - Art of Almost 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 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 grail Dissipate 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 Art of almost Almost Art of almost Almost