Depot, Depot Lyrics - The Heart Of Saturday Night - Tom Waits

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 

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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 

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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