The last Generation
Thinking about the good old days
Reminiscing for a little while
Some memories made me happy, some made me sad
Some brought a tear and some brought a smile
And I wondered
Were we the last generation
The last generation
To put lighting bugs in mason jars
To look at tail lights and name the cars
To lie in a field and count the stars
To go trick or treating in the local bars
Then I turned on the radio
To an oldies station that took me back
Listened for an hour or two
Put my mind right on track
And I wondered
Were we the last generation
The last generation
To drink water from a garden hose
To be proud to wear hand me down clothes
To sneak a cigarette at the local park
To play in the street well after dark
Then I fell asleep and dreamed of the past
Seems we had a Utopia but it didn’t last
And I wondered
Were we the last generation
The last generation
To play baseball and share our gear
To walk at night without fear
To have laws written in black and white
To still be friends after a fight
Then I went downstairs to call an old friend
Never wanting the old days to ever end
And I wondered
Were we the last generation
The last generation
To walk each day back and forth from school
To have parties with friends at the community pool
To listen as a bluebird sings
To be happy without material things
To play the game fair and square
To end each day with an evening prayer.
And I wonder
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