Tom Waits - Depot, Depot Lyrics
Depot, depot, what am I doing here?Depot, depot, what am I doing here?I aint coming, I aint goingMy confusion is showingOutside the midnight wind is blowing sixth avenueIm gonna paint myself blueAt the depotI watch the taxis pull up and idleI cant claim title to a single memoryHe offered me a keycause opportunity dont knockHe has no tongue and she cannot talkYoure gonna shuffle when you walkAt the depotThis peeping-tom needs a peepholeAnd an uptempo songTo move me alongWhen I find this depot babyIm on a roll just like a pool ball babyIm gonna be there at the roll call maybeAt the depotOutside the midnight wind is blowing sixth avenueOh, tell me what a poor boy to doAt the depotIm on a roll just like a pool ball babyIm gonna be there at the roll call maybeAt the depotThe depot