| 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 |