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 a deep and dark impression
He sits in a rocker,
down at the veterans home
even when I go to visit
he still rocking all alone
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,
Victims of dysfunction
We spell check of course
And GPS the proper juction
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

ohhhh 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 a way

(just 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)
Ohh,oh,oh,oh,oh ohhh