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

And don't cry baby don't cry

Don't cry,

(Pause)

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 o-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

(Pause)

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 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 o-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

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