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 impressions
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 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 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 why enough is not enough
Or maybe they'll call us
Generation love

Ooh 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

We are a brand new generation of love
We are a brand new generation of love