Tending the garden of noise
When I grow the traffic
And the church bells
And the neighborhood boys singing to myselfAs the solitude sets in
In tune with the symphony
Of South Brooklyn
I singRockabye, rockabye baby
Rockabye, the baby that is me
Rockabye, rockabye baby
Rockabye till I'm fast asleepThe tunnel is train torn
The tracks are worn and sore
I can feel the rattle
Riding up through the floorShe jumped the turnstile
He paid for his ride
I am the echo in the station
Where their footfalls collideI left her at the epicenter
We were trembling dutifully
I left him too, I left parts of me
Singing rockabyeI 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 heardAnd I will go singing
As the solitude sets in
In time with the rythym
Of everywhere I have been
It sounds like rockabye