I remember the quiet heat
Of Commencement Day
A string of violets on a folding seat
The future just a stone's throw away
Can we begin again?
Science was our friend
But once you've broken a beautiful thing
It can never be the same
Broken pieces
Broken pieces
So we walked by reflecting pools
In Washington D.C.
Was the water just reflecting fools?
How could it otherwise be
Fifty-thousand names in stone
And none of them repeated
A loose chain beating on an old flagpole
A song for the long defeated
Broken pieces
Broken pieces
Mine
In one long line
Don't look behind
Don't look behind
Don't look behind
Don't look behind
Just another motel room
Just another numbered door
There's a picture by the mirror
I've seen that picture before
And it's that's just as real
As real as my ideal
The one we shared in
That one day fell in
Broken pieces
Of my ideal...
Broken pieces
Broken pieces
Broken pieces
Broken pieces
Of my ideals...
Broken pieces
Of my ideals...
Broken pieces
Of my ideals...
Broken pieces
Of my ideals...
Broken pieces
Of my ideals...
Of my ideals.
Of my Ideals.
Broken pieces
Of my ideal...