My poor generation, we're on for the ride.That's the song. The bolded lines speak to me about the crisis facing the "sense of the sacred" that is noticed by some Catholics today. "Is it timeless and holy, or just a hill of beans?" Do we see what happens at Mass (or rather, Mass itself) as something timeless and holy, or is just business as usual? "Airborne with nothing to land on ... grounded with nothing to stand on." This brings to mind images of burning our bridges behind us, bridges that connect us to our tradition. Without a sense of history, we isolate ourselves from those who have come before us, and doom ourselves to be isolated from a future which will seek to ignore us. We become trapped in a "now", a present moment that is far from being an "eternal now" or "eternal moment", but a truly and utterly temporal now. With no links to our past and no hopes to be linked to in the future, we're drifting, alone.
An ocean of choices pulled out on the tide.
We're handed a beach ball, and told to pick a side.
Drowned in information: my poor generation.
My poor generation don't know what it means:
The shock of the mountain compared to magazines.
Is it timeless and holy, or just a hill of beans?
Lost in Union Station: my poor generation.
Maybe we're just looking in a fun house mirror
and loving our reflection.
Maybe corporate raiders got too greedy in the 80's
and bought up all the direction.
My poor generation, airborne with nothing to land on,
Baffled by [B.S.], grounded with nothing to stand on.
Poor little fat cats... nothing anyone planned on.
Unique in all creation: my poor generation.
Does this song resonate at all with you?