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

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

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

An uptempo song

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 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