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 mama 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 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 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 Generation love Not generation lost Or generation greed Or the connected generation To a plasma screen or a generation Or a generation why Enough is not enough Or maybe they'll call us Generation love, oh, generation love And when they open up our time capsule A hundred years from now Maybe they'll 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 We are a brand new generation on the rise Generation love We are a brand new generation on the rise Generation love