Sons and Daughters

What will they make of us in a thousand years?
Oh, my distant sons and daughters
No bowls or coins or arrowheads
More like old phones and plastic bags

To the plastic islands in the sea I'll go
Oh, my distant sons and daughters
Made of six-pack rings snagged on a dolphin's nose
That's where my name, my name will live on

Oh, my distant sons and daughters
I hope you can forgive yourselves
And I hope you forgive me
Oh, my distant sons and daughters
There were too many distractions
Too much good TV

What will they make of us in a thousand years?
Oh, my distant sons and daughters
After the wars turn us each on each
Too busy to learn, too hard to teach

Could not let go of the good times
Oh, my distant sons and daughters
Could not leave it well in the ground
No white knight, no super-substitute

Oh, my distant sons and daughters
I hope you can forgive yourselves
And I hope you forgive me
Oh, my distant sons and daughters
There were too many distractions
Too much good TV

Oh, my distant sons and daughters
I hope you can forgive yourselves
And I hope you forgive me
Oh, my distant sons and daughters
There were too cute pictures
Too much in my feed

Oh, my sweet boy
Oh my sweet girl

We'll hold ourselves to the morning
We'll hold ourselves to the flame
One hope, one heart
One life, one go