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)
 Oh, generation love