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
He 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
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
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