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...