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...