The Baby with the Baboon Heart*

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



Therse 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 wonde

rAnd 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




Therse are the days of miracle and wonder

And don't cry baby, don't cry

Don't cry

*Dedicated to the people of Zimbabwe.