Who You Are - Live

Come to send, not condescend
Transcendental consequence
Is to transcend where we are
Who are we, who we are
Trampled moss on your soul
Seen it all, not at all
Changes all, you're apart
Can't defend, fucked up, man

Take me 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
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

You are who, who you are
Are you who, who you are
You are who, who you are
Are you who, who you are

Or you could be
Are you who, who you are
You are who, who you are
Are you who, who you are
You are who, who you are



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