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
Offers me a key, 'cause opportunity don't knock
Has no tongue and she cannot talk
You're gonna shuffle when you walk
At the depot

This peeping Tom needs a peephole
An up-tempo song, move me along
Away from this depot, baby
I'm on a roll just like a pool ball, baby
I'm gonna be there at the roll call, baby, at the depot, mmm

Outside the midnight wind is blowing, Sixth Avenue
Ah, 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, baby, at the depot
The depot