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...