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 soul
Changes all you're a part
Seen it all, not at all
Can't defend fucked up men
Take me for a ride before we leave

Avalanche falling fast
Driving winds, happenstance
Off the track, in the mud
That's the moss in the aforementioned verse

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



Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Jerome Vedder, Stone C. Gossard, Jack Irons
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