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 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