I found a picture of my mother in her bell-bottom jeans
Flowers in her hair
And two fingers up for peace
In that Polaroid she smiles
A grown up baby boomer
Maybe momma walked down the wild side
Walking on the moon
And what will they say about us?
I've heard stories about my grandpa
Child of the great depression
How growing up broke creates a deep and dark impression
He sits in a rocker down at the Veterans' home
Even when I go to visit
He's still rocking all alone
And what will they say about us?
They'll call us generation lost
Or generation greed
Or the connected generation to a plasma screen
Or a generation why
Enough is not enough
Or maybe they'll call us generation love
Generation love
We are children of divorce
And victims of dysfunction
We spell check of course
And GPS the proper junction
We've gotten pretty good at shifting all the blame
But I think I hear an old song
Calling my new name
They'll call us generation lost
Or generation greed
Or the connected generation to a plasma screen
Or a generation why
Enough is not enough
Or maybe they'll call us generation love
Generation love
When they open up our time capsule
A hundred years from now
Maybe they will look inside
And see we figured out
How to live with less
And give ourselves away
Just maybe, they'll call us
Just maybe, they'll call us
Generation love (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We are a brand new generation of love
We are a brand new generation of love (oh)
