Who You Are

Come to send not condescend Transcendental consequences to transcend... Where we are...Who are we? Who we are... Trampled moss on your souls... Changes all you're a part... Seen it all not at all... Can't defend the command... Take me a for a ride before we leave... Circumstance clappin' hands... A driving winds happenstance... Off the track in the mud... That's the moss in the aforementioned verse... ...miraculous...and a little... Just a little time, before we leave... Stoplight plays its part... So I would say you've got a part... What's your part? Who you are You are who, who you are... --- Who You Are - Pearl Jam