Brian Laidlaw

Poet | Songwriter | Educator

Lullaby for a lady asleep already

 

You know it was a shame and a pain

I came home on the late night train

The darkness slowed me down, stuck to my soft shoe

In the station, waiting to get home to you

 

Meanwhile at home you were breathing heavily

This is a lullaby for a lady asleep already

 

Now I’m keeping to myself at 4 a.m.,

While who don’t know who I am

Are on their way to homes I have never seen

But we’re sitting, shaking on the same machine

 

They move towards home and I move towards you steadily

With a lullaby for a lady asleep already

 

The fast moving skyline says I’m on the B line

But I don’t know what bridge I just crossed.

I know where you are, but I’m lost.

 

The engine is a shepherd whose feet are unsteady

And I’m a shepherd for a lamb asleep already.

 

You are way down south by Coney Island

On a carousel whose animals are silent

I wish my train were quieter; I wish my train were faster

As it took me towards your dreamland pasture

 

To the tune of its hum I hum a mostly-human melody

A lullaby for a lady asleep already

 

The fast moving skyline says I missed the deadline

And I don’t know this borough or town.

The subway keeps burrowing down.

 

The engine is animal whose hunger is deadly

I am a shepherd for a lamb asleep already

 

When I get home I’ll call and wake you up

You’ll come down half-asleep and take me up

Tomorrow I doubt you’ll remember my arrival

But for me it was a question of survival

 

Still it’s a sweet, sweet dream to think that you need me

Or my lullaby for a lady asleep already

 

And to the tune of your hum I hum a mostly human melody

A lullaby for a lady asleep already