(originally by Paul Simon)



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, and

These are the days of miracle and wonder

This is the long-distance call
The way the camera follows us in slow-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 slow-mo
The way we look to us all, oh, yeah
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
Think of the boy in the bubble

And the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe

These are 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 slow-mo

The way we look to us all, oh, yeah
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, don't cry