Depot, Depot - Tom Waits

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

And 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

You offered me a key

'Cause opportunity don’t knock

Has no tongue as you cannot talk

You’re gonna shuffle when you walk

At the depot

This peeping Tom needs a peephole

And an up-tempo 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

Ah, tell me what is 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

Depot