tending the garden of noise
when I grow the traffic
and the churchbells

and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
as the solitude sets in

in tune with the symphony
of south brooklyn
I sing


rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye, the baby that is me

rockabye, rockabye baby
rockabye til I'm fast asleep


the tunnel is train torn
the tracks are worn and sore
I can feel the rattle

riding up through the floor
she jumped the turnstyle
he paid for his ride

I am the echo in the station
where their footfalls collide
I left her at the epicenter

we were trembling dutifully
I left him too
I left parts of me

singing rockabye...

I said today I am leaving

in every sense of the word
but I'm in love with your memory already
everything I've seen and heard

and I will go singing
as the solitude sets in
in time with the rythym

of everywhere I have been
it sounds like rockabye...