Our Generation

Our generation has sandals like Vietnamese
Our generation wears long hair
With our clobbered minds, we still wink an eye to say
Meet me, meet me at the bottom of the stairs
Our generation whistles in the dark
Has faith in faithlessness and in blue sky
Our heroes now are either none, or ev’ryone
Our saints also are only you and I
Our generation won’t remake this ravished world
Our generation can only try
To wink an ey at ev’ryone, yes, v’ryone
Saying meet me at the beginning of the sky