Tending the garden of noise   where i grow the traffic   and the church bells   and the neighborhood boys   singing to myself   when 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 till 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 till i'm fast asleep (repeats)      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 till i'm fast asleep (repeats x3)      tending the garden of noise   where i grow the traffic    and the church bells   and the neighborhood boys   singing to myself   when the solitude sets in   in tune with the symphony   of south brooklyn.