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...