Who We Are
Up in the morning,
up in the evening,
up on the mountain, in the heat of the afternoon
We were never welcomed here.
Up in the attic,
down in the cellar
We were never welcomed here at all
But it’s who we are,
and it doesn’t matter if we’ve gone too far.
It doesn’t matter if it’s all okay,
and it doesn’t matter if it night or day.
Because it’s who we are.
