We are The How I Met Your Mother Generation Like it or not We are
We are all Chasing a yellow umbrella That will lead us to a new beginning
For in our lonely lives We are constantly searching and seeking For those warm arms clasping that blessed shelter from the storm Hoping it will spare us from the rain in our own lives Wishing that then It will finally all make sense
The sad part is That heart is not the end And our tears will still flow
We know our lives are not all that they should be You can see it in our eyes Hear it in our voices But what can we do? So we chase after the One Hoping they will bring us new life
It's sad in one way For we are not made of some mysterious person, future lover But in another way It brings hope For we have learned That we cannot acquire and buy our way to completeness.