Depot, depot, what am I doing here?
Depot, depot, what am I doing here?
I aint coming, I aint going
My confusion is showing
Outside the midnight wind is blowing sixth avenue
Im gonna paint myself blue
At the depot
I watch the taxis pull up and idle
I cant claim title to a single memory
He offered me a key
cause opportunity dont knock
He has no tongue and she cannot talk
Youre 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
Im on a roll just like a pool ball baby
Im 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
Im on a roll just like a pool ball baby
Im gonna be there at the roll call maybe
At the depot
The depot