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