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...