The Boy in the Bubble

It was a slow day, 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, oh yeah
The way we look to a distant constellation
Dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And 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, oh yeah
The way we look to a distant constellation
Dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry, baby, don't cry
Don't cry

It is 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
And the boy in the bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe that lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires, and billionaires, and-

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, oh yeah
The way we look to a distant constellation
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, don't cry
Don't cry, don't cry
Don't cry, don't cry