Tending the garden of noise
where I grow the traffic and the church bells 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 turnstile. 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, rockabye baby, rockabye, the baby that is me
Rockabye, rockabye baby, rockabye, 'til I'm fast asleep
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 rhythm of everywhere I have been
It sounds like rockabye, rockabye baby, rockabye, the baby that is me
Rockabye, rockabye baby, rockabye, 'til I'm fast asleep.
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