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 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 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