Who You Are
EDDIE VEDDER, JACK IRONS, STONE GOSSARD
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...
