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...