The Boy in the Bubble

It was a slow day,
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road,
There was a bright light,
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio,
These are the days of miracle and wonder,
This is the long distance call,
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all,
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky,
These are the days of miracle and wonder
Don't cry baby, don't cry, don't cry

It was a dry wind,
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth,
And the dead sand,
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth,
These are the days of miracle and wonder,
This is the long distance call,
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky,
These are the days of miracle and wonder
Don't cry baby, don't cry don't cry

It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts,
Medicine is magical and magical is art
The boy in the bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart
And I believe these are the days of lasers in the jungle,
Lasers in the jungle somewhere,
Staccato signals of constant information,
A loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires, and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder,
This is the long distance call,
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky,
These are the days of miracle and wonder
Don't cry baby don't cry
Don't cry don't cry