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 and 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
Oh, 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
The depot
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