Art of Almost-Wilco

I can't be so far away from my wasteland I'll never know when I might ambulance Or hoist their hearts with my own hands Almost Almost I heard a faint old age lover I had other ways to help myself By calling out Open up my heart and fall And I blame it all on dust The art of almost Almost Almost I hold it up Shake the grade Disobey across the waves Tomorrow I have all the love I can ever ache And I leave the most with you Art of almost Almost Almost