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...