It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the sol diers by the side of the ro ad
There was a bright light
A sh attering of shop windows
The bom b in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
T hese are the days of miracle and wonder
T his is the long distance call
T he way the camera follows us in slo-mo
T he way we look to us all
T he way we look to a distant constellation
That's dy ing in a corner of the sky
T hese are the days of miracle and wonder
And d on't cry ba by, don't cry
Don't cry
It was a dry wind
And it swe pt across the d esert
And it cur led into the circle of bi rth
And the dead sand
Fa lling on the children
The mot hers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
T hese are the days of miracle and wonder
T his is the long distance call
T he way the camera follows us in slo-mo
T he way we look to us all
T he way we look to a distant constellation
That's dy ing in a corner of the sky
T hese are the days of miracle and wonder
And d on't cry ba by, don't cry
Don't cry
It's a turn-around jump shot
It's eve rybody jump st art
It's ev ery genera tion throws a hero up the pop charts
Me dicine is magical and magical is art
The Bo y in the Bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart
And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
La sers in the jungle somewhere
S taccato signals of constant information
A l oose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
T hese are the days of miracle and wonder
T his is the long distance call
T he way the camera follows us in slo-mo
T he way we look to us all
T he way we look to a distant constellation
That's dy ing in a corner of the sky
T hese are the days of miracle and wonder
And d on't cry ba by, don't cry
Don't cry
