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