Tending The Garden Of Noise

When I Grow The Traffic

And The Church Bells

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 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...



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...