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 to 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 go to visit
He's still rocking all alone

What will they say about us?

They call us generation lost
Or generation greed
Or they connect a generation
To a plasma screen
Or generation why
Enough is not enough
Or maybe they'll call us generation love
Generation love

We are children of divorce
Victims of dysfunction
We spell check of course
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

Call us generation lost
Or generation greed
Or they connect a generation
To a plasma screen
Or a generation why
Enough is not enough
Or maybe they'll call us
Generation love

Ohhhh generation love

When they've become a time capsule
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