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...