I found a picture of my mother
In her bell-bottom jeans
Flowers in her hair,
And two fingers up for peace
In that Polaroid she smiled,
grown up baby boomer
Maybe Mama walked down the wild side
Walkin' on the moon
And what will they say about us?

Well, I've heard stories about my grandpa,
Child of The Great Depression
How growin' up broke
Creates a deep and dark impression
He sits in a rocker down at the veterans' home
Even when I go to visit
He's still rockin' all alone
And what will they say about us?

They'll 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
And 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 Why
Enough is not enough
Or maybe they'll call us Generation Love
Oh, Generation Love

And when they open up our time capsule
hundred years from now
Maybe they'll look inside and see we figured out
How to live with less and give ourselves a way!

(Or maybe they'll call us) Just maybe they'll call us
Generation Love, yeah, yeah, yeah

We are a brand new generation of love (Generation Love)
We are a brand new generation of love
Oh oh oh ohh (oh oh oh ohh)