Tom Waits — 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 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