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
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 baby, d on't cry
Do n'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
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 baby, d on't cry
Do n't cry
It's 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
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 baby, d on't cry
Do n't cry
