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…