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, 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

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
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 chart
Medicine is magical and magical is art
Think of the Boy in the Bubble and the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe there're lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires

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