It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the ro ad
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
T hese are the days of miracle and w onder
T his is the long distance call
T he way the camera follows u s in slo-mo
T he way we look to us all
T he way we look to a distant co nstellation
That's dy ing in a corner of the sky
T hese are the days of miracle and w onder
And d on't cry ba by, d on't cry
Do n't cry
It was a dry wind
And it swept across the d esert
And it curled into the circle of bi rth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
T hese are the days of miracle and w onder
T his is the long distance call
T he way the camera follows u s in slo-mo
T he way we look to us all
T he way we look to a distant co nstellation
That's dy ing in a corner of the sky
T hese are the days of miracle and w onder
And d on't cry ba by, d on't cry
Do n't cry
It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump st art
It's every genera tion 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 i n the jungle
La sers in the ju ngle somewhere
S taccato signals of constant inf ormation
A l oose af filiation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
T hese are the days of miracle and w onder
T his is the long distance call
T he way the camera follows u s in slo-mo
T he way we look to us all
T he way we look to a distant co nstellation
That's dy ing in a corner of the sky
T hese are the days of miracle and w onder
And d on't cry ba by, d on't cry
Do n't cry
