THE BOY IN THE BUBBLE

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

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

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

 

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

don't cry baby, don't cry

don't cry

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