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