ART OF ALMOST (LIVE)

Wilco
I can't be so far away from my wasteland
I never know when I'm? with my own hands
Almost... almost...
I? would let you love, but
I had other ways to help myself
By calling out, open up my heart and fall
I blame it all on dust, almost
Almost... almost...
I hold it up, shake the grade
Disobey across the waves, tomorrow
I'm with all the love? ever aching
? almost is you
Almost... almost...