(Dave on lead)

My poor generation,

we're on for the ride,

an ocean of choices,

pulled out on the tide.



We're handed a beach ball,

(All)

and told to pick a side.



(Dave)

We're drowned in information.



(All)

My poor generation.



(All)

My poor generation

don't know what it means,

the shock of the mountain

compared to magazines.



(All)

Is it timeless and holy,

or just a hill of beans?



(Dave