(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