The Great Generation

On the eve of falling victim to the ending of your stay Did you stare into the distance content with all your days Did you smile at unknown oceans and all the livin you done Did you cry in lonely theaters beside the one you love In the never ending garden of dishonest youth Were you the covered antique archway wrapped in vines and truth Were you proud of where you came from before pride was kept in banks Were you pleased to be a part of the altruistic age But me, I still got a ways... Got a ways to go When the doors of hardened living opened themselves wide Could you hang in by your fingertips while other folks would hide Could you stand up for what you believed and own your flaws Could you see old-fashioned wisdom through the modern fog But me, I still got a ways... Got a ways to go