When the clock turns 12, they say that things change A new day, a fresh start, one more beginning I can't seem to remember the beginning of anything If we could begin more, I think that things would end differently Like a snowy cherry blossom tree Possible, but highly unlikely to see A new point to start at Something not dreamt yet And when we're in shit up to our knees We're screaming, "clean me, please" Just look for the chimney stack walking down Third Avenue He knows his place and he'll ask you "Can you feel it? Have you ever felt free?" He knows what that feels like and he'll teach you for a small fee Like a snowy cherry blossom tree Possible, but highly unlikely to see A new point to start at Something not dreamt yet And when we're in shit up to our knees We're screaming, "clean me, please" And just like that, we were clean And just like that, we were free And thinking back, it was worth every penny