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 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