Tending the garden of noise
Where I grow the traffic
And the churchbells
And the neighborhood boys
Singing to myself
As the solitude sets in
In tune to the symphony
Of South Brooklyn
I sing...
Rockabye, rockabye baby
Rockabye 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 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
Now I left him too
I left him parts of me
Singing...
Rockabye, rockabye baby
Rockabye baby – that is me
Rockabye, rockabye baby
Rockabye till I'm fast asleep
Rockabye, rockabye baby
Rockabye baby – that is me
Rockabye, rockabye baby
Rockabye till I'm fast asleep
So 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, rockabye baby
Rockabye baby – that is me
Rockabye, rockabye baby
Rockabye till I'm fast asleep
Rockabye, rockabye baby
Rockabye baby – that is me
Rockabye, rockabye baby
Rockabye till I'm fast asleep
Rockabye, rockabye baby
Rockabye baby – that is me
Rockabye, rockabye baby
Rockabye till I'm fast asleep
Tending the garden of noise
Where I grow the traffic
And the churchbells
And the neighborhood boys
Singing to myself
As the solitude sets in
In tune to the symphony
Of South Brooklyn