Life is a little different now
than it was on the hill
behind the West End Warehouse

Since then I've washed my hands
a million times
Once for everytime I grinned wide
with ignorance by my side
although it was a philosophy
and a cause

While having no guarantees then
and frequently heads did spin
and my eyes could not grin
when my will was worn thin
Stupidity can pacify
and if that's what you want
you can have it

The hill was steep
and crowded with people
who were perched along the jagged edges
An unsure grip
kept them in place
The red clay staining their hands
dirt caked under the nails

The only difference now is a promise
and a guarantee
but
I'll wash them a thousand more