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...