Pearl Jam – Who You Are

come to send, not condescend

transcendental consequence

is 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 fucked up man

take me a for a ride before we leave…

circumstance, clapping hands

driving winds, happenstance

off the track, in the mud

that’s the moss in the aforementioned verse

just a little time, before we leave…

stop light 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