Depot, Depot

Depot, depot, what am I doing here?

Depot, depot, what am I doing here?

I ain't coming, I ain't going, my confusion is showing

Outside, the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue

I'm gonna paint myself blue at the depot



I watch the taxis pull up and idle

I can't claim title to a single memory

He offered me a key 'cause opportunity don't knock

He has no tongue and she cannot talk

You're gonna shuffle when you walk at the depot



This peeping-Tom needs a peephole and an uptempo song

To move me along when I find this depot, baby

I'm on a roll just like a pool ball, baby

I'm gonna be there at the roll call, maybe at the depot



Outside the midnight wind is blowing Sixth Avenue

Oh, tell me what a poor boy to do at the depot?

I'm on a roll just like a pool ball, baby

I'm gonna be there at the roll call, maybe at the depot

The depot