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