The Boy in the Bubble

It was a slow day And the sun was beating down On the soldiers by the side of the road There was a bright light A shattering of shopwindows The bomb in the baby carriage Was wired to the radio It was a dry wind And it crept 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 It's a turnaround jump shot It's everybody jumpstart 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, 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