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.