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


The way we look to a distant constellation


That's 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


The way we look to a distant constellation


That's 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'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 in the jungle


Lasers in the jungle somewhere

Staccato signals of constant information


A loose affiliation of millionaires

And billionaires and baby

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


The way we look to a distant constellation

That's 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