Who You Are

Time: 3:48
Gossard, Irons, Vedder

Come to send not condescend
Transcendent to consequences
To transcend where we are
Who are we who we are
Trampled marks on your souls
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
Circumstance clappin' hands
A driving winds happenstance
Off the track in the mud
That's the marks before mentioned words
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