Generation Love

I found a picture of my mother

In her bell-bottom jeans.

Flowers in her hair,

Two fingers up for peace.

In that Polaroid she smiled,

A grown up baby boomer

Maybe momma walked down the wild side,

Walking on the moon

What will they say about us?

I've heard stories about my grandpa

Child of the great depression

How growing up broke creates and deep and dark impression

He sits in a rocker, down at the veterans home

Even when I got to visit he still rocking all alone

What will they say about us,

They call us generation lost

Or generation greed

Or they connect the generation

To a plasma screen or a generation

Or a generation why enough is not enough

Or maybe they'll call us

Generation love

We are children of divorce

Victims of dysfunction

We spell check of coarse

And gps the proper junction

We got it "pretty good"

Shifting all the blame

But I think I hear an old song

Calling my new name

Generation love

Not generation lost

Or generation greed

Or they connect the generation

To a plasma screen or a generation

Or a generation why enough is not enough

Or maybe they'll call us

Generation love

Ohhhh generation love

And when they've become a time capsule

A hundred years from now

Maybe they'll look inside

And see we figured out

How to live and give ourselves away

Just maybe they'll call us,

Just maybe they'll call us

Generation love